The call of the void soon came for me
Spent, like rotten fruit in that bowl
Potencialy harmless, granted
The irritating sensorious offense
Furthermore, and for shock effect
Shook, administrate the cure
Look as the changelings assume other colours
A farse, altogether, as per prophesy tames
Tained, to the core as only time can truly corrupt

Pacify this silly notion
No compromiss, we shall never surrender
Not just yet, at least, rather, it is too late
To maintain a stance of delay as the surface
Cracked under pressure, and we chose to float
And mediate the season as we wave our good-byes
And, ah, in a hurry as you should, be.

There remains little to disappoint
Once one came to accommodate expectations
Through and throughout spectacles, tinted lents
Are as foggy as that chilly night in december
When the water as a mirror to our own world
Pity I came to be stuck here still
Grounded by earthy boundaries
As my ninfe, and the departed ahead of me
whisper It to me in senseless turns
"è immacolato e quindi silenzioso".
The horror, a thin veil of dread
Can mask too mystery
For a man is incomplete without