Spirit of the winds, shine to me,
Guide me on my way from here,
My blood rises to the lakes of the muse
Sweet wine, who drank the embers?
What penetrates from a distance down into the world
The cries of the eagles there in the sky
How soft the snow burns my soles to dew,
The path is too steep, the rock is too much rough
My breath is ether, cold absinthe
Cared and kissed, Winter's only child
Rising from the swamps of metallic times
An era in the abyss of honesty.
>Where does my gaze flee,
Not forward, nor back
From Hades to Olympus I want to run,
From the river Styx I want to drink,
Keep a firm foot on stone,
/>Drink warm candlelight,
As long as the divine woman remains,
Saffron yellow passes the time,
Stop,
Just a moment,
Longer it doesn't last,
And never returns.
I ride the stream through the loneliness,
Screaming waves, a foaming dress,
Destressed figures on the side of the way,
Burned in the presto of the clocks con moto
Railing withered waters,
White falls, a thousand mountains,
Storm clouds move through crystalline spheres,
A staring gaze, a moment from eternity
I take in the scent of because'
Merge with the day and become part of the part,
A part of the part that was everything in the beginning ,
A part of the darkness that revealed itself to the light,
Just for a breath I am united,
Master Mephisto, spirit who always denies,
And watch, laughing nothing comes into being
Before the little world perishes.
One second, one Ãon,
The woman has absorbed the breath of the plague,
In one second like an Ãon on,
The kiss of the goddess
Railing withered waters,
White falls, a thousand mountains,
Storm clouds move through crystalline spheres,
A staring gaze, a moment of eternity
Beyond the streams she stands waving,
When the moon passes by.
Hands out the saffron to the drowning
Don't put your hand in the void grabs.

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