There are oak-woods in depth of illimitable forests.
Caves and cliffy cloughs seem to be the lowest.
You can feel their real height. But no "now", no "sometimes".
The World-out-of-time is casting shadow lines.
The staircase between all your bodies can be recognized in this clime.
The beauty of Ancient Earth land, Moon land and Venus land...
Take yourself by the throat or may be you can't.
Remember that somewhere Druids are cutting out the Heart of White Bull.
The act of self-sacrifice. You have to carry out this rule.
The staircase between all your bodies can be recognized. In full.
Somebody's visage is the visage of Moon.
Being attracted with chains of dreams,
Being attracted with chains of gloom,
My visage is the visage of gleam.
Omen of glamour
Is glinting me in the dark.
Madness of eternal Never
Is stark.
There are oak-woods in depth of illimitable forests.
Caves and cliffy cloughs seem to be the lowest.
Remember that somewhere Druids are cutting out the Heart of White Bull.
The act of self-sacrifice. You have to carry out this rule.
Your visage is the visage of Moon.
Attracted with chains of dreams,
Attracted with chains of gloom,
My visage is the visage of gleam.
Omen of glamour
Is glinting me in the dark.
Madness of eternal Never
Is stark.
The staircase-in-between...
The omen I'm in...
The madness in the dark
Is stark.
Die Welt-ausser-Zeit wirft einen Schatten.
Die Treppe unter allen deinen Koerpern ist erkannt.
Eine Akte der Selbstaufopferung...
Omen... Wahnsinn... Vorzeichen...