From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my
forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly.
So remotely that one night think it had been but a dream, echo of some illusive

call of fleeting memory.
Yes, to believe such vain idea no problem it would be, if there was not this
inscrutable unrest within me ...

As if out of the deepest sea some creature seeks to rise, to wish its long
denied existence back into my life.
My secret name is whispered by a half-forgotten sigh and out of nothing, across

my face, which is all petrified,
Hot tears are running without end. A deeply troubling pain pulls me together
inwardly, to be no more the same...

From far beyond the veil of sleep some tune, ne'er before heard, is trav'lling
on a fragile breath, to shake my frozen world.