Crushed meat in the arms of fire

Now you finally see how you made me walk through those uttered words and I used to fall asleep in each and every soul you untied.Allow these tired eyes to whisper me about the shadows once more.My hands,my old rotted hands will melt then the last snow of April.
Come, fire,the master of the crust wings is ready to paths.In the midnight hour a bell tells about the end of a hunt.
Faith,please do not forget about faith ,take it in your arms as a child that barely conquered light and crush any trace of meat in earthen lamps. No need to adorn your body in gold ,we'd only take this ray to guide us from the depths to the eternity.Keep the ashes alive,I could go gather the remains of us at dusk .
I miss the truth that used to keep us together.Hide the nails too,this time no crucifixion will ever hurt me!