Riding throught the mighty forest
In search of light
while snow falling in my skin
the moon called me
In this trip,in my last steps
I glimpse my destination
Trees and spirits of the forest
were hide from me
Without name and without face,only my black cloak
it admits to the world my history
In decemberside of life
nothing pretend
the fragments of my exsistence
don't give me regrets
thta day of fog and ice
in the silence of night
the stars were give me a chance
called eternity
In this trip,in my last steps
I glimpse my destination
Trees and spirits of the forest
were hide from me
Without name and without face,only my black cloak
it admits to the world my history
