Hollow feeling
Unrest breeding
It shall feed on
Anxious children
Mother and father
Twofold guilty
I did not choose those defects
But it is I who carries the burden
Troubled gardens
Thorn to thorn
Tangled in a
Tattered bow
Apple falling
Like a star
Not far from its
Rotten branch
Grey ooze emerges over golden sands
Concealing the sun of youth
The planet of the underworld eclipsed in orbit
Ah, shrouded by clouds of uncertainty
Three sisters on the three black thrones
Gaze at the grey dome
A transparent thread blended into the dunes' glow
My fate loses its hold
Grey ooze occupies
Heaven and earth in unison
Shivering masses of writhing limbs embrace
Slowly eclipsing the sand coloured sky
Grey ooze emerged over golden sands
No longer uncertain, now in acquiescence
Into the wasteland I fall
Into the wasteland I fell
I am three hundred against three hundred thousand
On the dead choirs a battle will be fought
Death beckons imaginary warriors
Black veils upon their faces