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Landscape from empty frames
Hollows out the bare background
Resonating in silence
Lost days wandering
Somewhere in the distance sounds
A quiet bell, a deaf bell
Echoes back to it
A trampled scream

Landscape from empty frames
As black as black can be
Enveloped in darkness
Day timidly emerges
And the bell keeps ringing
Persistently, without pause, in the same tone

The petrified rhythm
Suffocates the breath of the city
Silence peeks out
From the sockets of the walls
Impatient time stubbornly rolls on and on

The crystal of silence shines
Blinding the night
Scars of roads scream
Like a jungle of withered lamps
Cold star eyes
Penetrate through and through
Howling pile of broken forms

The wind sighs heavily
Through the dead trees
Entangled in a net
Like a cornered animal
Hunched over with fear
Arguing with the demon of silence
Arguing endlessly

The chant of quiet days
Roars with sounds of horror
The bell tolls in the darkness
Deafening the stones
Fate closes its eyes
And falls onto the head, a swarm of old myth

Falls into the abyss like a grain of sand
Searching for wings in the nets of the wind
Thrashing about in silence
Falling with a scream into the depths of passing
The demon dies, wading in the darkness
And the shadow of the past
Approaches, approaches

The bells ring
The wind carries away winged horses
Huge birds fly
Untamed, disappearing among the clouds
The sky, the sky devours dreams
Dreams, dreams
And the myth.