Your symbol is insatiable
In the depths of thoughts I seek shelter
Like a journey dreaming of a wanderer
I stretch out my arms to you
Before you, O king, a granite
Another spirit appears
Power without a throne
Inspiration without light
Shadow
From the crumbs of hours the night grew
Necon of the pale moon's call
I have chosen you and only she
She decorates her temples with a rose wreath
Before you, granite king
Another spirit appears
A power without a throne
An inspiration without light
A shadow
What about me, granite king?
I ask quietly, though I know
That you are a power without a throne
Without light, an inspiration

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