- cifra
You, who like the moon at night
Haunted my mortal heart
You who made this ancient walls
Shine like divine marble
The unwanted breath through creedence
A derelict shell in the desert
Mesmerised
As love inflamed the night
Burning tongues brought the rain
The sand remained purified
Murmur at the meager's spear
Battered carthagian pride
The beloved cry wasted dismay
Invasion of baseness and shade
You, loved by your father
Innocent as a vestal dove
Buried in a deep blue sea
As we all lose ever
