Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater
The painted angels, shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of meLike a whisper where there are no words
Appears the perplexed, the statue of might
In the cradle of the next generation
A spiraling ruin, lost in the gathering dustThe faces, you saw in the withering garden
I witnessed the flickering, made to look like stone
Quivering like little figures, lost in broken flames
Never to forget again the names carved in horrid fleshThose words drawn in water become our legacy of fantasiesBurn the pictures
So unexpected in this strange deserted place
Once opened, its secrets would become the world
Its attributes would continue to unfold foreverThrough the fabric of the promised future aeons
I offer this suffering of mu unwanted fatherAnd the stars did wander, separated in the forbidden universe