Wondering Hands, The Trees!

The Naked Stones Of Grey Beauty,

Gathered To Kiss The Ground's Hunger.

Extatic Hate Upon Man's Reply.

The War Against Human Instinct.

I Summon The Dirty Blood Of What We Are Covered.



Still I Watch The Sky

I See Within A Cry.

For What We Fear!

For The Why We Leave!



Naked Hands, The Forgotten Trees.

Stare As I Paint The Last Eagle.

The Symbol Of Life

The Black Sign Of The Sky.

A Last Leaf Of A Tree,

The Only Breath Left.



Questions Have Been Made To Give No Answers

On The Hill I Gaze The Fortress

Made By Nature's Hands.



It Stares Useless For The Weak Ones,

But Precious For Those Who Know The Way.



Still! I Watch The Sky,

I See Without Wanting To Cry.

For What We Still Believe,

For The Reason We Live