Sliding in the rooms
Pain is in the air...

She comes from the battle
From the wreckage of a storm...

The opening of my eyes to the world
Your presence let me be...

Oh'sad old lady,
Why do you cry...

My legs are running
My hands are untied...

The zodiac of the world's a mighty stage,
Pipers, pirates and angels enraged...

I saw him standing by a willow oak tree,
crossing gentil words with whispering candles...

Depraved from lightness,
shall await in the numb...