As a wraith that is going for a walk
And with its soul weighted by chains
Succeeding in life
While others wound it, and
Succedding in life, even if...
Comprehending cannot heal... It cannot
And the wraith is going for a walk
There, in the guise,
The pale rustle of the floods lies...
The tacit wave
Is...
Whispering to me we sometimes must
Find a trace... Of ourselves
Return to me,
Return the other piece of my being
Fragments of dreams, the glass is cracking
Return the recollection of my...
Llifeblood, perhaps ? Fever, perhaps ?
Return to me for once more
A taste for life, a balance
Return to me love and choice
All things which make of us kings
As a wraith that is struggling
In the ruined dawn without a skin
And no-one comprehended
It is half-embraced and...
And no-one perceived its shout :
Starting its life over,
Therefore,