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

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

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

My legs are running
My hands are untied...

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

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

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

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