I walk an abyssal road
And i dream of you my star
Because you taught me
to walk these places
And listen to the footsteps
of the Other Time
where are you And who
holds your hand
In your open fields

I walk an abyssal road
and i dream of you my child
Sleeping on the dales of the sun
Cruel April struck you
And you are bleeding senselessly in my heart

This road is rough
I bled and i got scratched
This word is rough
I drained myself like a river drains in the abyss
This hand is rough
From the wounds that initiated it
And it's not afraid when it shines in the dark.