Once upon the time I was traveling,
Burthened with a Task Sad'n'aweary
The Gloaming inside of me deepened with my ache
No one can be free, and no one can succeed against

Have you seen my childhood?
Time, when I was just myself!
When I had no bounds!
When I really dwelt and felt!

Traceries are painting the Sky
I have no brines in my orbs to cry,
Have no stay
I'm wandering like a fenceless fetch,
Trying quietude to find and catch
I am a stray

Moonlight mesmerizing me
My emotions turn into Stone Rill,
Hyaline in

Stone Rill is unique It controls Beings
Everyone sees what they want to see
Sensitive ones hear the water's babbling
For the others it is stone debris

Nascent cogitation scare
I am, unmurmuring, pursuing my fare
Via my being

BLACK BROTHERHOOD:
My playthings - quite docile
Obey me like a sheep flock
Each action - just self-wile
And even
Life given them as a taunt

I heard, but couldn't behold
The Waves of dole
Stone flowed,
And it were charming tears,
I couldn't sob with

And every time that we return,
We do forget preceding lives
And water turns into dead stone
Get back your haze and sightless eyes

Doomed Nous' sigh
Eyesight always lies