...And so we take the gift of crying

and bask in the fire of past

the grandeous hope undying

the wish will fall at last

...So this is the sweetest choice

unhearing gate unhearing breath

embrace the stigma of the voice

the kiss of life the kiss of death

...Bewitch the sense of the forgotten

disarm the fear of all the pain

when all what hurts is slowly rotten

it's the symbol's garden's gain

...And now it's the triumph of leaving

let all your tears behind

take farewell of all the griefing

it's only your eternal mind

...Leave it all in serenades

the only real love is between your grace

take a look behind the gates

black is blue and haze is haze...