Inflamed Paradox - Astarte

Over the mountain

The sky immerses itself in the liquid shapes

The elements of lake

Awake the beasts of mind

Water shapes the heartbeats

Of the shadow-Lady

Years are bridges of life and death

They carry the curse of the lady

Eyes that rest inside liquid flames

A fragile black eternity will

Rotate inside her madness

Tears spread like rain to wake the calm solid face

Her bright dark hair uplifted from her head

Up to the horizon of the zenith height

Rich with the spoils of time

She rose like ghost to the unwanted passengers

Drifted as doubtful illusion, scary dead spirit

Might prove her grief and rage of her pain

Large fearfully marks of unsettled eye

Shifting all around the lake of doom

A lady comes and goes

Moves, as she was not in pain

Her shadowy silken presence

Is weeping to the surrounding woods

Sights of blazing memories

Memories made of faith

Smokes of pain and sorrow

But the flame has gone through the time