The night falls... / Over cliffs I await, Yule tide winds come from the past (again) / My aura travels into the first of astral fields; / - to reach the remains of the first form of the race and the kings.
It is time to elongate my stay at the climax of immortality. / Now I stand over the "Masshu Shaddai", and fly backwards...
"Oh Erichto, my sister, as succubus invading / - and haunting the dreams of bliss... / I greet thee!"
"I have triumpheth and now I seek to find thee, / - by riding on thee theeth of the wind!" / "I wonder in search of the sleeping king (in the garden of whispers)"
