Oh, behold the encrusted laurels In glorious fronts intangible holy aristocracies Mythography exposed to the mortals to delight my eyes Dark hidden reasons, a wandering labyrinthine journey
When in the heights of the pediments, bleed the memories of Strains A cold fea descends the pillars, an endless fareweel by the Horizon When rocks and fire are forged in blocks Stone voluptuousness, ancient maryrdom
A repose with death, an unleashed light Twilight of the myths, thou art so Glaring memories, sound the trumpets They cease, the end
The scent of the halls Of the secrets Nostalgia and distance Immortal remembrances
Primeval altar Where are you ancient skies? Falling stars All the lost glory
