Visions sweep away the tears and knots
That bound our paper souls
Beyond strange love, we shall go
Where silly midnight flowers bloom
In her kaleidoscopic eyes
Wild as lilacs dripping in wine
Bathe in the silence of her tomb
In her hand - a silver spoon
Shattered days are here again
One last dance on the steps of Hell
All lost children know her well
She's kissed the serpent thrice times twice
Feast upon the treasured afterglow
She speaks of life's eternal scrolls
In ancient splendor we will roam
