Collected Echoes

A spark of light in a strangeShape like the waves that surround the sight rangeA wounded collected echoesAmong the Sharp mountainsThe wild star is the faceThat reveals the mask buried in the chosen placeWeeping over our failureWith deep silent screamA passage to the woodsThrough the freezing nightIs waiting for youTo come and bring the lightYour mirror of the futureWill reflect the past behindAnd the caves of both of themWill devote the secret demiseStorm!My extreme restlessnessWill suffocate my innocent mind