This starving darkness devouring my whole life
my lady has forgotten me
in a grey universe.
Long ago disappeared the last star.
A language of pain is this night
made with a black veil.
I feel it fall, the point beyond the end
where only an old inertia remains.
And my Apus so far away.
In this kingdom the pleasures are ashes
and happiness is a place in the past.
Why does exist a reality like this?
In loveless lands a dragon prefers to sleep,
there is no reason for him to fly
anymore these empty skies
I would love to be again a rock against the rain
of a primitive world before men had voice.
But I’m just a forgotten boy.
I’m not even the shadow of a memory to my lady
and the night is time leaving a void inside
Why are my Apus so far away?
(Apus are sacred hills in the Andean highlands of what once was the Inca Empire and the empires before; they are the origin or producers of mankind, in this way to see the world there is no need of a god or gods creators of humanity)