On a sun burned plain Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins Of the city of columns where No man has ever lived I stand in the middle of the
Dip thoughts in the abyss of night Let the consciousness sleep You pace distant valleys again You see claws of the highest peaks Digging into the
I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the
Through the night howl in the sky Through the hoof-beats of thunders In the cry of the unborn child In the shadow of the past Beyond the thin line
He is beside skulked not hidden He looks and listens for the omen of the right time To open the gates for them... He is not a guard of the gate He
