In this moment of sheer lightness
Underneath the flow,
Longing for another brightness
Till the eternal blow.
If this moment lasted longer,
Longer for the fake!
The the fear is getting stronger,
Which door do you take?
No more time for reconsideration,
No need to debate,
Thristing for your thorned coronation,
Now you`re simply late.
There is nothing left but ashes,
Do you smell the (?) ?
And what was so lucious once,
Now is apogee.
Tell me that it can`t be Mitras
Sparkling in the air.
Oh leader, friend, stay with us,
Me and my despair.
Make my soul a fortress
Amd my mind a bow
In this hour of sheer brightness
Till the eternal blow.