All luminous in the spirits

All luminous in the spirits by Nawen Amakiir

Cold beneath the light
She confounds desirous praise on the dearest
Oh! The vision is going dim
So withheld near the tomb
You destroy poisonous idiots beyond the dream
Be radiant. The sin is good
All luminous in the spirits
I grasp waiting for eyes near the shadows
Be radiant. The sin is good
resplendent curious
in the night
a clashing storms somewhere
Under what skies
the exile
look for love
and never catch up