Through a drop of water, a silver lake reflected. Under a glowing mirror, A world inverse unfolded.
Under the mirror... Where no grief doth the raven burden, when great vita may the cypress present. Where the fragrance flows in mine eyes, whilst the moonlight's caressing mine lips. The ashes above ,the embers below The chirps around and the voices inhold... O wherest have mine senses flowed? Ye elf of night! Mine truth beyond noumena. Ye sons of Gaia! Mine power over the tiarra. Enchanting melodies melting for the sound forsakes mine ears Shattered horizons gathering, as the sight leaves mine eyes I am what thou art felt what thou art felt...
Under the mirror... Where no grief doth the raven burden, when great vita may the cypress present. Where the fragrance flows in mine eyes, whilst the moonlight's caressing mine lips. The ashes above ,the embers below The chirps around and the voices inhold... O wherest have mine senses flowed? Ye elf of night! Mine truth beyond noumena. Ye sons of Gaia! Mine power over the tiarra. Enchanting melodies melting for the sound forsakes mine ears Shattered horizons gathering, as the sight leaves mine eyes I am what thou art felt what thou art felt...