Wistful tears fly toward to paleness  Of fallen souls in the spectral  Land,my soul resembles the  Oblivion of forsaken sadness...   Still I crawl and still I burn  Invisible confusion  Exalts the darkness  ...early dying    ''So cold my frozen body  And hatred regains my eyes  While the soul dies again  And it returns to regency''    I drift between dreadful storms of  Hate dreaming in the mist of  Mysticism...    And my emotional dreams  Wake me into the eternal  Turbidity with it's endless  Tragical eminence...    ''Maybe in the forest full  Of inclined desires  I bosom goddess of night  But I'll born into darkness again  In the world you will forget''    My soul flies but it's enchanted dreams  Live forever...