Now, now comes the words what hold no more
Speak, unto the veil, closedly, before
The hour is through, and rooms are closed
Tell me thy word, close me inside, unto thy rose
Hold, hold to thy word, close up thy rose no more
Tell, tell me the time, is th'hour here before
Roses are closed, inside the rooms, above
Speak, speak of the veil, speak of the room, my love
Now, whence comes the words, no more
Speak, unto thy veil, no more
Tell me of thy world, no more
Hold up with my rose, no more
Breach, melt through the ice, pierce through the frosted lake
Think, imagine the life we'll unrepentingly make
And ask, ask of the sage, what shall we see, and what shall we make
Hear, replyingly spake, unto thy brow, over the lake
Now, whence frosts the ice, no more
Speak, o'er the waters, no more
Tell me of thy sage, no more
Hold up with thy brow, no more
Now, whence frosts the ice, no more
Speak, o'er the waters, no more
Tell me of the sage, no more
Hold up with thy brow, no more