You're, the single, a servent in wretchedness,
Shades blinded, by the emperiors sun,
Tarnished into the farthest far
Go! and deliver, deliver the message of the dead
There it lies - the midest of the world,
Piled high in its sediment
Nothing reaches through this
Least the message of a dead
Barren, he crawls through the innerst palace
Chest crowned by the emperiors sun,
Breaking into the endless strains
If he would ever reach the gates - nothing will be gained
There it lies - the midest of the world,
Piled high in its sediment
Nothing reaches through this
Least the message of a dead
There it lies - the midest of the world,
Piled high in its sediment
You sit at your window
And dream when nights burst in

INVIA LE CORREZIONI