The gravefields

True and frozen, my madness where do I go? I feel so cold inside...
the land and sky embrace my voice, which sometimes is my only companion,
in the distance where the moonlight cries I see my time,
so short and so strange, I left behind my illusions, only the music in my hands warms me, I left behind my illusions in a dark mountain of Eternity, these must be my lost kingdom, I taste the mourning in the haze, my lips feel the bitterness in these rivers and my salted eyes answer to the blood-red sky.
1000 nights are my days, the spiritual casket is whispering my name, and sadness turn to sadness, my hate is my will, and love is my fear.
Long time ago, my dreams, they are gone, I walk as I wonder, why the gates are closed to me?....