Beyond the window of your thoughts  from deepest shadows of the waste swamps  by the eyes of whitebeard to the espied space,  oasis of silence, that crystal beauty of solitude, I gaze  I am an opened book, mind including of all  a desire fleshed in knowledge  An uncovered spring accessible to each  Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see  Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent  where is allowed to peer into itself  Profoundness is denied to the blind  can't be understood without the self-belief  In your weakness you're seeking the god  The cause of your spiritual torments is material  Don't willing to see, don't want to hear  You're vain and I despise with ye  The gates are agape opened  Is permitted to come in who opens the eyes  Finished will be roaming on the wrong paths  I am an uncovered spring accessible to each  Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see  I won't weep for your blindness  I am the one that will forgive myself  Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent  where is allowed to peer into itself     Thanks to Sergey Berejnoy for sending this lyrics.