De Thulé a Tula

Boast in the empire of senses
And know, it won't last

For the empires of dust the wind shall blow
above the chined hill turned hollow

Enjoy the tiranny of lust
Smell the unclean word`s wealth

thirty-three songs
_____thirty-three coins
_________thirty-three elders singing a moon

For the dreamers
______thirty-three sleepless nights
For those who can not sleep
___________thirty-three sugar pills


Sing the psalm
____the last one

_____the psalm of his life
_______the psalm of his dead

______The psalm of the one who used to be a flame


Pale path turned into the flesh torpor

__empires of sand
_____empires of ice
_________empres of rust


___empires all made of shit, blood and psalms


Dust the are
dust no more
for all turn under the weight of ages

an everlasting flame

____The raven above
________and the mole below

The dead soldier mass

_____crossroads!


everything is a crossroad!