From The Temples High (Nahemah)

In the shores of void Lays my dream That advanced like the shadows In the hungriest hearts Of the darkest secret A flash darkens the light My beloved forever is denied Under my thorned suspicion Dressed in laments Cried till becoming rivers I wake under my own empire A bloody crown of salt At the new order arised To be the stigma The golden wings of first-born Plated with dusk On a withered throne Raised where the circle excludes The river follows it's course Without resti n front of my stare Always icy in me Empty whisper The question without tongue Like a lying leaf My beautiful cause Rise me again To look from below And like a wave of tears I'll desire again I promise