The cold makes it of my side The Prelude is just a looser The poesy in the dance of angels The light is finished in the valleys’ garden A mystic fog reveals your enchants In the hell is enchanted your destination In silent tears here my existence Suddenly for between the eyes The Intent attempt of scars The destiny to you is walk the darkness In front this lake the mirror is tenebrous I feel in moment the mysterious flying of the nocturnal dance And the vision not is real overshadowed my desire Of the wisdom and the reality The old man of the universe Promising in the search of the extinguish of intelligence The forget human of the secret and that conduct Is the knowledge of the universe