In The Days Of The Pale Sunn...[Qum Donma Kristallarda Oldu]

In the days were faith stood silent...
When life was merely passing by, as hope struggled to come back..
The cold days of the beggining of this new black dawn,
where you  will not be here anymore,
but the godesses will bring for me the one reason for waking,
I saw the arth turn into dust,
dust into ice,
ice into blood,
and so on...

I felt the blades of freezing sand,
heard the unequal noise of the whole world falling silent,
as I remained in calm, here, alone as always, but not to be seen...
Not to be heard, but to be replaced by mist...