After a great encounter
Where triumphant glory meant
To cast off the ashes
Of pathetic old non-ideas
And to stand solitarily
On a snow field that became a place
Of falling the dark might upon
Guided to the verge of solitude
They disappeared then

And i stand before the immensity
That took my breath
As the rays of fullmoon would reveal
That i crossed the boundary
Divine consciousness
Evidently in evil’s sense
Has conquered my heart
I’ll fill the emptiness

With fulfillment of my feelings’ depth
And the true emptiness which
Used to appear the essence
Will remain so far, far
So i stand there when the wood
Seemed to open its gates
In a stack of offals
Of those i’ve rejected

And what now diverged
In a crystalline majestic cold
Of this great hateful sanctity
And i reached the conscience
Of a victory in the glorious night
And i could behold the black heavens
That opened before me…