Go now Icarus
Ascend soaked in sun
Until your wings melt down
And fall
In to this good night
Until then
Your soul will rise
And then the not existing lord
In his absent presence you will die
Go now Icarus
And die
And that is from my soul
A present just for you
My sea born lady
That this night
With your death memory
I will die
Yaxkin Nik
Víspera de Pandora 2018
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