Hidden in the depth,

Of its timeless essence,

A cosmic path,

To the realms beyond…

Above the pure light,

Of the stars, into infinity, my spirit will go…

Through the treacherous streams,

Before the birth of the Gods themselves,

Blessed be thy touch of grace,

That awakens the Sacred Fire,

He is the Everlasting Sky,

The King of the Celestial Dome,

We are the plague of silence,

The deepest chasm that summons the moon…

And on the dead wings of sorrow the full moon arose,

And until the golden dawn, his divine sea spoke…

Here my ancestors dwell,

Beneath these old barks.

Underneath these ancient grounds,

They are calling me, I hear them sing…

On these temples,

Broken pillars, where shadows

Lie restless…

Beckoning in the dark.

Are pathways never seen, by mortal eyes before…

Beckoning…to spread their frozen hands across,

the rising sun, And embrace,

The blood of the giants, whispering from the stars…

All is but shadows and dust,

Carried by the winds of the Sun,

From eternity,

The Dreaming God has awoken…

By Dominik Vrucinic, Zagreb, Croatia

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