(On my twenty-fifth birthday)
The night dropped down the poison dew
And darkened every nature's hue
The leaves stopped rustle in the mist
Where I still walk a lonely priest
Who can reply me why it's so
That what I feel is but the woe
And with the sorrow as my bread
I'm lost among the living dead?
My dreams and all I loved is gone
I guess, I really made cross Norn
...The torn clouds rush about the sky
And the eidolons fly anigh...
The blackest teardrops blind my sight
Extinguishing the final light
I hear the whisper of the waves:
"It's time to cover in the graves"
My joys are fled, my tales are told
God, am I really wise and old?
And can I judge, condemn or shrive?
No way! I'm only twenty five...