Ater2.

Ater.

Rusty without sol, this my stem, my labiums are cracked, as the cornice of the temple.

Already single of myself remain leavings, because have felt the step without reverse of eönes.

I stop my legate to who recognizes in a night without moon, my symbol and seal of fire.

But I won't be able to inherit which have seen my eyes, as sees your hair to the sol, nor as plunges to him this in the horizon.

The mysteries of the life and the death remain with you, but the enjoyment of the grapevine and the blood go with me.

I seat the call from it shading of the forest, from where my stem was broke…

…I seat the call from the dark where forest my stem will be delivered