I fly in river of astral homeostasis,
Lost among wings of raven flight -
Catharsis through lycanthropy phases -
Macabre howl in the veil of night.
Under the cold and distant glare
Of midnight moonlight and astral demise,
When deep inside of you She stare,
Your heartbeat stops in chill and sudden paralyze.
Alone below the sky of silent winter
I go again so far from all salvation;
Cold memories the heart disinter,
The mind search for asylum in negation.
In the river of astral homeostasis
I fly together with the raven flight;
Catharsis through lycanthropy phases -
A lonely howl from the heart of night.
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