In the darkest cell of loneliness,
The blue over the skies of heart,
Whimpering till it hurts the base of sea,
Begging for the ultimate truth,
And fear utters,
Oh lord, I'm lost in the joy of pride,
The forests sings when the newborns are first breastfeed by the mothers of the earth, fresh blood joins the nature of the sun and rain, the offspring of the gods descend beaming our shallow feet Storm...