The Whisperer...

The silent warrior wakes in the night
The shadows fill his heart with strength
“Oh Darkness, my sweet lover! The end is near and I shall face it!”
The cruel spirit moves in deep obscurity,
The trees shake afraid of the cold they feel;

The moon has disappeared from the sky,
The stars fell when love died,
The clouds, afraid of freezing, vanished into air…
Oh! The spirit of the Wind!

The warior walks above the land
Pursuing anyone who has fear,
Fear of the Dark, fear of Death!
Death is Fear and Fear is Death,
And the pain is the Darkness in our minds;

The rain has fallen no more,
The tears have stopped their stream,
The lakes and seas are dry, dried with suffering…
Oh! The spirit of the Water!

Light runs from the warrior
For he is darker than Darkness itself.
He sees nothing, he feels nothing,
He feels nothing but thirst,
The thirst of a Dark Revenge;

The sun won’t come up tomorrow,
The fire won’t burn longer,
The shines of golden fields will no more be seen…
Oh! The spirit of the Fire!

The silent warrior stops
He feels something else,
Something he had never felt before
It’s a growing sensation that fills him,
And he feels afraid;

The trees shook with cold,
The stones broken in pieces,
The animals ran in fear…
Oh! The spirit of the Earth!

He sees a Light, a powerful Light,
It’s the purity of harmony he sees,
The shine of golden hair and pale skin damage his eyes
He’s blind for a second but he recovers
For She has touched him, and he died… Screaming Her name…

And the Moon filled the Sky,
And the Rain fell too,
For the Light has came back
And now the trees scream too…
“Oh! The spirit of the Dark!”

27, Outubro 2001