Prophet's Song

There were the endles space was torn

And the black stone gives strength to life,

Where we are born and die in the same instant,

Lost like a speck of futility.

There the women gave birth to death

When the black stone was glowing with life,

And she was a stranger at home

And she will become her own victim.

Your beloved - yet they are false,

Don't belive them, that's what

I beg of you, only he is able to defy,

But he will turn into a stone.

Oh you, you who understand a song

Don't touch the stone of darkness,

Because it is immortal from all who touch it.

So tells the ancient tale that i sing unto you,

But only those who hearken in their hearts will

Understand . . .

Oh you . . .