Dark bogs draw my walk,
Dark bogs draw my walk,
My steps arrive at the sight of my lord.
Only the scepter of my king will understand
my thirst for revenge by now placated
gives birth in me... memories
Fogs sweep away my wishes, beyond their sinuous
run
nothing is endless, I don't remember my tale.
Under the sky embroidered with stars that wou
embrace every night,
I pick up your last dreams, and I hea
