Soft winds cover me Through hardest path Isolated mountain Emptiness inside everlasting sight The grass barely remains Under my dying and tired steps The horizon covered in red Keep walking hold on to faith In the distance blue petal Claws embrace them I have to reach it guided by this scent Inevitably either hope or death With the promise of glory (Aconitum hides) The stalk raises straight (behind her fairness) The roots contains the pain (a veil secret) The pain the flowers hides Trying to remove the hopeful blue From the claws I failed again and again Exhausted the oblivion embraced me Give me solace spot the root the root Forget it all The horizon covered in red Keep walking hold on to faith With the promise of glory (Aconitum hides) The stalk raises straight (behind her fairness) The roots contains the pain (a veil secret) The pain the flowers hides Forget it all