Pax in Noctem ( English. )

Trees are shadows in green and sky´s an ocean of brimming blood.

There´s a premature firmament ilaid to the chest that hush up,

in the middle of oblivion, behind the yearning,

tearing the veil of silence with silence,

undressing the bars of the cell, that is palace,

to cover yards and halls and to breath the own air,

the foreing´s air, the chant of night´s wind.