The Shade of Forgotten Funeral

Blight shade of the past 
Ice needles 
Corridors of destinies leading to anywhere 
The girl plays in a room of sacrifice 
Doors in the ground are opened 
My face turns to a stone 
That shade must be confronted i know 
This memory of April snow 
and veiled town 
I know that this shadow covers 
The hidden wisdom 
That important, that I should know 
The inner path which clear 
Natural flowing as war, as violence 
Force that i will join 
Beyond funeral