We are the ones in the mist
Are the darkness breed
We
Spectral planes before my eyes
Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium
Cr
Founding myself on a heath of light...
A great white tower
Soon I'll reach towards your soul from the grave
And not
As the wan moon - the 6th of the hidden
Takes
The light I see is none...
It doesn't shine, doesn't murder
Schmerz ist das Wissen...
Der am meisten weih,
Der fiihlt am tiefsten
I am thine inmost self
I gaze out upon thy world