(The old one) The moan... Who has remembered? Who is still able to remember about how they did dream and yearn Laugh and dance and then about how they were dying To flow towards the stellar worlds beyond the horizons of mind Where all our laws are nothing at all Maybe to dwell forgotten maybe once to return... (The young one) Dark are thy eyes and dark are soul of thine What is it you know of them? Reveal to me their stories... (The old one) As deep as never before I feel them call to me From the brightest blaze from place where all the paths come to the end Misunderstood ones wished a Strange Who've left this world when the world was changed (And leaving they sing the spell joined their hands) Embrace me with a winter blizzard Give me the power of all the winds In the serenity of the endless woods Unite me with my shadow... And once I came to know What beauty is But I've failed to behold I was enblinded others were betongued Beheaded left handless... Sometimes I miss mirage - last thing I saw The gray sullen sky and the golden forest The incarnation of Last Season Purity That's where my thoughts had found Their eternal asylum... Like sparks of the evening fire... You will remember the only one That rose most high And burned most bright And you will burn too Your agony will be so horrid But they'd hear you The ones who need it Let them hear... Thy will be done...