GO, MY SONGS, TO THOSE WHO
HAVE INSTINCT LUST
GO, MY HARMONIES, TO THE ONES

WHO HAVE LOST THEIR TRUST

SPEAK AGAINST THE DESPERATION

OF THE VANISHING BREED
BE AGAINST THE ONES
WHO HAVE LEFT THEIR SOULS TO BLEED


TRIPPING SLOWLY THROUGH THE SAME AND SAFE
THE NOTES OF DISAPPEARING SWAN SONG

NEVER KNEW HOW MUCH THE HURT COULD GIVE, SO
MAY THE TIMES CHANGE WHEN I LIVE