Let us empty the porcelain jars
Light up the candelairs
Orchestra! Play the lamentable sonata
Scribes put your pens down
For such a feast, only the God of Scribes can write
And I shall lick the red ink, of the vision Maid
The Lamentable SonataLet us empty the porcelain jars Light up the candelairs Orchestra! Play the lamentable sonata Scribes put your pens down For such a feast, only the God of Scribes can write And I shall lick the red ink, of the vision Maid |