Mais de um ano depois...Tales from the lighthouseI- Templateof heavenII- Crow& Perch III- Whateverbrings the blinking lightsIV- Emptyheart chordsI- Templateof heavenSpiralstaircase onward builders of timeThe bend ofthe first dawn flooded my heartA Kingwithout vassals I have becomeSearing adaydream, overshadowing what mattersA lonerrose on the altar waitsOne saviorto suck the poison woundA glimpseof heaven, I was a foolThetemplate of heaven, I met the doomArriving ofthe beauty brings a lack of insanityRearrangesthe shattered puppet boyA doorbellannounces what I fear the most:Riverbeds,halo of saints, shrine of passionHeavenlydagger shown forth to meSuch atrivial moment inlaid bitterlyA bottle ofsand in my mouthExistenceflew from the nest of faithSlowlyuntangling a foretold hellMalevolentclairvoyance was said, never healed meA slipperywaterslide inner ward a broken roomCastleswith ghostly motifs to be affrontedThe Aerial Duelistsgreeting for the last timeA frostytear gallops wading the absent of realMadly numbin a painless wakeful visionThe fleshis begging for more... againII- Crow& PerchA ballad ofher name sung long time agoBy thedoorway of an ancient lighthouseTherehanged a perch made of itselfA concealedcage arouses childish fearsA birdsongflashes from a nightless oceanThoughnever before a crow sang to meThe cagebars echo to the light spot coverAnd theseaman at last behold a beckon of unrestTo cravethe crown and sow the loreTo maul theflock and glow the shoreTo unveilthe misery and dispel the evil clawTo rebornthe stillborn and undo the beastly sightMy son, atthis point I fellMyfatherless lyrical haunts the woodsThey say aplea in the seashells reshapes fortuneAs strongas the will to see the shoreTheInlander is lost for the maidenShe dwellsin waver however, hopefullyA princessbathed in the saviors red wineThe keyholeis fading with the rays of the moonAnd theLighthouse Keeper wanders in the towerWhat haveI missed but the seed, the dust?Maybe anartist? He persists on the questHe saw theblinking lights on the surfaceIII- Whateverbrings the blinking lightsWhere dothe footsteps go on the shallow tide?The foamerases two names written on the sandIt happenssolely rough souls envy me, for gods sakeYet Improud of the lovely wounds I bearFather ofheavenless revelationsTheater ofobsession justify the masksHighness inthe edge throw a trap for the poor-meThe hat ismy lair though senses are apartThe AstralForest runs deep with joyTheSuspended Woods where philosophy rulesMy FuneralMemories in ballerina raimentMy GlowingRoundabout full of double-edges thrillsCome prosewith me, my ladyThere liesa drapery rain outside the citadelComeconfess your sinful thoughts watered in regretI foresaw alandscape of lamentations for us Thebrunches reached so high to breath the sunSwallowingember fed by nasty woodsCome prosewith me, my ladyLet me tellyou the whole tale which I came from:Downcastpeace on the core of disguiseIn a belljar I found a naked boy, wastedWorlds lapprove to be a thankless rascalIt tookyears for me to decipher this misplaced noteIV- Emptyheart chordsThere isnot a single true regret in passionTamelessand shameless it devours armiesSurrenderto faith and wisdom follows in your inner mazeEmpty heartchords only fill the best playersUnfairoffering underneath blackened eyebrowGems ashard as stones so decided to make the relentless moveNeverfaulty feelings to print in this last score pageThecruelest absence of forgiveness smothersMy innercomposer is withdrawn from an ancient oathHe aims theimprisoned red stein earnestlyLordly I succumband the lighthouse crumblesFortunatelythe moon rose to guide the lostEmpty, Iraise