| I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, | 
| on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me … | 
| («…bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain …») | 
| I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant | 
| shore, and in my sadness I drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore … | 
| I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone. | 
| Yes, it’s like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own… | 
| («…down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, on the cell where your | 
| love might be found …») | 
| COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED, LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND! | 
| SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED BACK FROM THE BLESSED | 
| SILENCE OF HIS SCARED VAULT … | 
| No, no, no…- put an end to the show! | 
| I am going back to the land where the | 
| bone-flowers grow, to «the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, | 
| out of Space — out of Time»… | 
| See the shape, but can’t see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as I do. | 
| Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention. | 
| .- I’m such a «friendly"lie! | 
| («…bring us only this goat and we’ll lead you to him, it shall open the gates, | 
| so we can sneak you in…») | 
| «Bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the | 
| fallen and slain. | 
| Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, | 
| on to the cell, where your love might be found … Bring us only this goat and | 
| we’ll lead you to him, it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in. | 
| Oh, it’s cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get you | 
| out, if you overstep time!!!» |