Darkening forest of wisdoms

In the horizon's solitude
As you can see broken woods of ourselves
You remember our roots
Blackest roots of our growing
The silence comes to you, in time
And you're seeing thy sky
With a silent lightning
Silence and burning
Of our blackest forest
Burning of our primordial trees
And the burning of our horizon's woods
Do not tearing
Do not sad
Cause this is new wisdom of their horizon
Their forest trees are longer
And their shadows are white
They are growing everytime
And we are in the depths of our wisdoms graveyard
Your ancient better wisdom is in your grave
In this time
The burial of your horizon
Darkening of our burning forests
Blowing the winds of your screams
But they'll never hear, never feel
Never compassion for your rotting ages
Never...
Everywhere of this frozen graveyard
You can see the wisdoms like your wisdom
Dead horizons, better than another
You can see just, my closed eyes, in time
Cause I don't want to seeing this black ruining
And I'm standing beside your grave
Just a minute
And after this,
I come in my darken main road of my wisdom...