Our Little Blood - Poema Arcanus

A cold dawn of autumn

And the blood announces the worst

As the deepest sorrow comes

We begin to ride… on death’s horse

The woods seem to hold our room

Covering the light inside the womb

The ten percent begins to be true

The standards abandoned us

She discovered our paradise

Turned it into pale void

Our love this time is not enough

Our faith is useless

So please take care of our little blood

Oh earth and water…

Nowadays we follow

The doctrine of the hidden mourning

As an internal deep wound

Pain is dressed as fake joy

Everyone seems to enjoy their luck

While we drown in a lake of loss

The ten percent begins to be true

The standards abandoned us

She discovered our paradise

Turned it into pale void

Our love this time is not enough

Our faith is useless

So please take care of our little blood

Oh earth and water…

Statistics against dreams,

They mock tragedy

Life… You betrayed us

Time… Could you cure us?

Blood… Come back to us

Probability rules the earth…

It Rules death