Struggling against gravity to claim for existence As sharp as the winter breeze A glint under a swirl of black flakes Faltering irony that spread from bottom to top If the impassable spells our essence We are the painters of a mythological fresco We can sense the strain over those falls Beneath an ocean of deceit Simultaneously throughout and amidst Amidst millions of snowdrops that obscured the space We broke the seaborne whiffs To arise with unexpected concerns If the impassable spells our essence We are the painters of a mythological fresco We can sense the strain over those falls Beneath an ocean of deceit Wandering to achieve a paradox Gazing into the pit beneath our bare feet Lifeless and hypostatized Handling the moment with frostbitten dreams Godless carriers of a forgotten tale They climbed up the clouds to fathom The sublime that solely looms in eclipses To paint death in luxuriant colours