Woodlands of eternal silence Oceans of dullness without storms Trails of infinite desolation In those moments when we look In empty eyes Never-ending mires of wilderness Unattainably glowing horizons Messengers of apocalypse That never arrive While musty smell is spreading Deserting streams Like rays of hope To drive us into a corner In a wasteland Devoted to nothing Curious creatures want The mirror of last truth Like restless water Easy to destroy With a stone's throw