Full moon the night's silence
The murmur of leaves, a hope
Into the dark, happiness the rain
His work room got brightened by a lain
Old books, dim images
Dreams and primal sacrifices
Experiments, medieval voices
Occult writings, the notions (beliefs)
Wotan's statues with emeralds
Rivers' ancient deities
Flowers that blossom at night
And mortuary effigies of Gods
Into the abyss, the love, the magic
And the stone, life everlasting
Proud he is marching
Towards the Elysian Fields
Along his way, the shadows and the dead |
