Coldness tears me apart
As walk through the shadows
Blear light appears from above
And glares my weak eyes
My hands grope on rough walls
Which were not made by men
I feel the pure power of
The oldest existence
Moved by these impressions I sink down
And every single sound sheds in a million echos
Which creates its own hymn of depth
Swallowed and hidden
By mother earth
She guides me to her spirit
I follow in trance
I immerse in her secret realm
Behind the edge of the time
Blind but seen with thousand eyes
I watch my self dying
To rebirth in her womb
And appear as a new one
I climp up from the depth
But still my eyes are blind
And I fall again and again
Coldness tears me apart
As walk through the shadows
Blear light appears from above
And glares my weak eyes
My hands grope on rough walls
Which were not made by men
I feel the pure power of
The oldest existence
Moved by these impressions I sink down
And every single sound sheds
In a million echos
Which creates its own hymn of depth