Thunder, souls, high water,
Black hearts, thieves of storms,
Fluttering children of the wind,
Breathless on an island of stars,
Cured from all the fears of the world.
Sheltered inside the promise of love.
This promise in the shades of the pines
From the shining of the blue woods
Woods of eyes and ghost lights
Where hundreds are chasing signatures
In the thicket of the last bloodred storm
The planet's cold zone.
Wishes in sectors. Breath made of smoke.
The God in the dawn of the light.
Where years pass by in dreams.
The voice deep inside.
Here I am for the morning of angels.
Land of the morning star.
Will you come with me?
This blanket is a kingdom:
Your silverly sweat is sparkling on it
All mirrors were smashed!
When the mirrors were smashed,
We lifted our hands into the dark,
To ***** for angels.
We found a spell.
The call of the hearts was silent.
Where did the darkness end?
The ground of the blue woods was
Covered with splinters of glass, sweat,
Lights.
Thus the morning was broken.
Morning of angels.
Morning of Angels