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Ocean of a freezing slumber,

Tide of melancholy,

Whose scorched tongues

Hang in the ether of their voracious jaws.

Motionless sentinels,

With torrential tears.

Sleeping giants, roaming moraines,

Wrapping time in never-ending serenity.

Their spines licked by blizzards,

Inaudible gravity of a buried world.

Frosted sleep under the Sun’s opprobrium,

The sky is dyed gray

By the voluble ashes

That raise a cathartic veil.

All above of the Sun.

Frosted sleep under the Sun’s opprobrium

Endless day, whose mischievous arms

Embed the igneous rocks

Under a misty, dark shroud.

The cold breath of ether

Poisons the mournful numbness

Of the sleeping giants.

Ocean of a freezing slumber,

Tide of melancholy,

Whose scorched tongues

Hang in the ether of their voracious jaws.

Frosted sleep under the Sun’s opprobrium,

The sky is dyed gray

By the voluble ashes

That raise a cathartic veil.

All above of the Sun.

Frosted sleep under the Sun’s opprobrium,

Poisons the mournful numbness

Of the sleeping giants.