I watched the birth of the star,

I, the little One, from down bellow, from far

and as it burned,

flame after flame,

I had to turn

my face away.

 

I watched the life of my tortured soul,

its strenght slowly slowly blown,

blown away by a gentle kiss,

my life and memories

torn apart

like a tarot card.

 

I watched the end of all days,

the destruction of that place,

where the God himself will die,

where everyone, even I,

will bow our heads

in those lonely empty dephts.

 

I have seen all that,

less alive then dead,

as I looked into her beautiful

cold

eyes…