On Thorns I Lay

The damnation of the centuries is still staying
Here, like the black cloud of grief, like the dull
Dawn of an autumnol day
Pain, sorrow, hystery is what offer to us our Lord,
Watch the beautifull sky, this foolmoon night,
Stars light all the creation into this darkness
Unknown sounds brake the eternal tranquillity
Oh favorable wind, reel like furious
Higher from the grand turret, where Death
And life become one, the journey of soul after
Death, memories from the signs of the cross
Where the infernal abyss seems to be
The passage from the time to the eternity
The only one I want is to be true
In a dull sky with clouds and despair, the beaming
Of the moon seems to be the unexpected hope
This salvation could be like an oasis somewhere in Egypt
Why is such a mystery?