from
Seed,
released November 20, 2017
The mist greets once more our nocturnal wandering
Old dusty attics have turned into holy temples
A glance behind is worth a step forward
An altar where to marry ghosts
A nook where to weave the dress of past
A score performed the wrong way
Charming the nostalgia
Accompanies your night
The image of an angel picking the evil flower
Will be painted in thy heart
Sticking back together the pulled-out petals
Sewing up the torn-up clothes
Digging up the ancient treasures
From the womb to the tomb
This is a dance led by an infernal cadence
Ephemeral seconds to fill your lungs
You’ ll never be able to touch it
But beauty does not need to be