Estate of the deceased

Forget the singing

For desperate means

Your deepest black veil

Hanging all over the walls

Call me the Introducer

Without running out to soil

Meet the man

Who was desperately fighting

To override all the explications

In mirror of Blackness

In moonlight of 15th century

Calmly undressing the bodies

turning bleak and abused

In front of the deaf mute Eyes

Transform the faculties

Of the Estate of the Deceased

Into shimmering metal,

Oh Goddess

For the sake of a Deaf Bird

Who dare to scream anew

Crystal is paralysed

As the Mother of Joy

Without diminishing the pupils

Of every lastborn child

The right of primogeniture

Derived upon the ground

Of revelation

Is nothing but a delay

Caused by a miserable disorder

In the brain

of the Grate Inventor

Burn down the estate

Of the deceased,

oh Goddess

Reach out your mighty hand

Harmed of a fire in Miracle Eve

For the sake of

The Deaf Bird