To rest, I wish, in darkest nights
Underneath these astral planes
Fading stars above black seas
Calling since infinity
Wisdom spread by black-sun's tongue
A chapter left to paint in blood
The holyness of unheared words
Within the majesty of night
They speak to me (in sublime words)
These stars, they whisper, quietly
While drifting through these stellar spheres
Isolation made them grow

INVIA LE CORREZIONI