Last Words

To western sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.

In a winter palace my soul bleeds, in a battle field my body splits.

To eastern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.

Distant ghosts echoes my voice, heavy machines run with big noises.

To southern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.

Pale moons cast their spells, fading lights close to my hell.

To northern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.