Seraphim Spring Wind
Riot is acting soundless, a horror monument
In darkness, bury the horizon, ghost fire enrage to
hell
Flames of anger keep burning the gloomy road to heaven
and Hades
Repeal the back of nameless silence that totally
disgraces upon my sadness
Moaning cruelly in the night, interminate till I die
Complex creatures, go inside the heart of a wasted land
A passive thought, looking for a remote illusion that
never disappears
In sign of the time, adherent the shaking body pour
into the dark night
My agitation sneaks into the night, life as cold as a
hard stone in fantasy
Look on passage of time, never ending embellishment in
my heart
Vacillating lonely shadow, prisoner of your heart, have
no return
I read myself silently, lonesome and fool away in
springwind’s dance of death
The gloomy thunderbolt and lightning shine on the crude
abode
Spirit in maps with the deep dark eye, icy tears in
snowy night
A shout out screaming that echo’s ringing in the
thousands of magical labyrinths
The cry of anger from a thriller seems like a hunter
losing his way in the forest
Shining glow of sunlight, come into a sudden death
Torrent of destiny, drifting down to the precipice
Flicker of echo, reach for the hazy moonlight and milky
way in spring wind
The glorious memory, fly high to an endless galaxy, to
light a brilliant dead fire
