Frosty Nights

Frosty nights by the sunset
They graft themselves
Violently
Into the mind in perpetual terror
The unconscious fear of an evil
That does not exist
It puts my conscience at risk

Silence opens doors that should
Not be opened
Fear becomes the master of
The deep night

And in those fears it is reflected
My ability to distinguish
Reality from fiction
In an endless game of abstract illusions

Cotidie damnatur qui semper timet
Patere quam ipse fecisti fatum
Cotidie damnatur qui semper timet
Satis est beatus qui potest cum vult mori

And even
On waking
The thought of what will come tomorrow
Continues to be perpetrated in the mind
I feel that shiver go up my back every moment
This will never bring me peace

Cotidie damnatur qui semper timet
Patere quam ipse fecisti fatum
Cotidie damnatur qui semper timet
Satis est beatus qui potest cum vult mori

Frosty nights by the sunset
They graft themselves violently into the mind in perpetual terror
The unconscious fear of an evil that does not exist
It puts my conscience at risk

Silence opens doors that should
Not be opened
Fear becomes the master of
The deep night