Оригинален текст
Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. the night comes whirling like a
Maelstrom. warring waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape. the
Heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon. the winds are crying
Mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. they whip my clenched faces freezing skin
With ice-cold burning cuts. too long have i suffered the desert sands of time. but as i