Give me the ropes made of  hundred wings of a butterflies and doves, 

blind me with a silk thunder 

Bind them on my wrists, a living cage, 

leave me where we first met, right next to the waterfall of Vexorious

under pale moon light

Leave before they come 

Run before they sense your soul

Half a breath is taken, 

seconds are gone in sin

Your black pearl armor is no longer your weapon

Words are not needed

Walk in silence 

The wolves are signing upon my return.