Broken columns on the stairs,
Ruined walls inside. Intricate
Patterns deformated on the floor
And fragments of the broken glass around.
Blood on my sacred ground means overwhelming
Grief! So much fear surround! Sacrificial
Pile! Echo from the past will answer with the
Beam of light in dark!
Runic symbols makes mosaics on grating,
Gathering ancient words. Coat of Arms
Is still solid, it symbolizes truth,
That came through the time tonight.
This cold trace of time
This blood trace of time..
Strange appearing - in the mist my ruined dwelling place,
Where I formerly have lived. Every night
This eternal trace of time will remind me,
How was lost all my legacy.
Blood on my sacred ground means overwhelming
Grief! So much fear surround! Sacrificial
Pile! Echo from the past will answer with the
Beam of light in dark!
This cold trace of time
This blood trace of time..
"Mystic"
©2012
