cold clouds of armaggedon

with the sun in my eyes

emerging skies

let the river come to an end

every summer has its winter

cold clouds close to armaggedon

forgive the poor old bastards

and enter the realm of sovereignty

let the widow bless its karma

cold driven monolits of snow

yes, we can, for shure

let the river come to an end

by the window

the clock is close to autumn

and now we finally enter

the reign of subtilety and change 

20:02, 07/02/2016