Through a ritual pronounce to re-awaken my soul;
i drummed close your burning heights,
the lambent flames of my cursed voice warmed up your heart,
In my quest to culp my solitary land...
to pave my future with granite and crude sand,
lovage clay and molten copper band
i touched you!
i loved you...
i think you are my soul mate!
Like the rolling waves of a dream without an end
you keep calling at my grave,
calling me by names i never knew i have been named
calling me by former names!
i think you are my soulmate