Like a pirate ride the sea with my ship full of ghosts of old and sage men destroyed by a lie. I hear the calling from deep inside the woods and the silence is like a beautiful and malignant scream that daze my senses and my emotion. The dark ride through the valley of blood is finished and I hope the night embrace me like a sweet woman with strange eyes. I can?t feel the pain because the pain is me I can?t see the sun because I blow it. Rit- The golden flowers grow in my hand my blood is their vital lymph I feel the scream of angel that fall again and again in search of the dark purity finding the white filth. The eyes that see only lie and pain are now like a weapon and I?m ready for this war against the enemy that lives inside me, no more wish and desire only disturbed visions on my inner dreams.