As I was riding on a horse which carry all names. The colour of autumn dispersing cold winds, the sun looking from the trees, reflection in wet mirrors of no name, dumb faces. I jumping down, and letting behind me the feet in the alley of polars, in the sky not a cloud, the society of raven sing in my mind on eternal way to cemetary gates. The treasure from my dark dreams, it steped down from castle of fantasy, it dreaming deep in black forest, I let my fluent in my fantasy and I know that, I know his name.