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I've been following the source of footsteps

A march behind the coldest dark forest

Haze below the black clouds of the mountain

Scattered above this heretic madness

Eventhough sunrise is shinning too cold

Behind the diagonal image of trees

Fair humidity inside the woods

Surrounded by echoes of wild ambient

In the black shades of tyrant

Finding a pleasure to living here

Between the twinkling flares above

Mother Nature enchants me with her charms

For the elders and the ancestors

I honor all the presents and form of peace

For all beings that are behind this silence

I surrender myself to the nature

A perfect creation..

Of what Earth needs..

A pillar of the sky..

That keeps the air above..

At the foot of the mountain

The river flowing toward east

On the top of the mountain

The strange voices is calling

The voices is calling..

The mountain is calling..