The white uro

The wind whips on the foreheads of the men.
Blind whole.
Fog covers the land.
Stone density.

gray
the roof of heaven,
hidden from the gods.

Movement can not be seen,
in living beings.

The mists bring premonitions;
the "Uro White"
whose skin glows,
as the Golden Fleece.

Strings of emeralds
Light up the forest.

Bring pictures of snow,
white powder,
pure
crisp.

Peeks snow,
the coming winter.

Cold magic is approaching
where men dream,
where the Gods sleep.

It sounds like the silence,
by which the horn blows.

It sounds like the snow,
warriors where they step.

Their hearts beat.
Fullness of love.
Fullness of force.

Perish and fall.
Wolves howl.
The bear hibernates.

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Olat, Madrid, Spain - 04.11.2011