The place to wait...
There's no other alives besides me, immortal - only the spirits and light shadows of coming.
The time has stopped there, and sunlight stand stockstill in the air.
There's no other metal but iron in the liver's blood.
There are no walls but warm stony cave roofs; there's no sounds besides a palpitation of the leaves and a babblement of the springlet.
There's no ceiling but the canopy.
There's no floor but the grass.
There's the smell of acient beautifull music in the air.
There's the place to wait...
So, I'm waiting here.
The time has stopped there, and sunlight stand stockstill in the air.
There's no other metal but iron in the liver's blood.
There are no walls but warm stony cave roofs; there's no sounds besides a palpitation of the leaves and a babblement of the springlet.
There's no ceiling but the canopy.
There's no floor but the grass.
There's the smell of acient beautifull music in the air.
There's the place to wait...
So, I'm waiting here.