Every day brings us withdrawal from Earth,
Every hour's important for us.
I see a bascule-bridge. And our nurse
Is Eternity. No the past.

Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity,
The winter trembling, perished in the dark,
The vanity fair, injured vanity.
And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.

I draw the map of shadow travelling,
Removing from rainbow layers of rust,
Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying,
Where a serpent turns into dust.

Smoke and mist are playing with splinters,
Splinters of fancy design of these sands.
They are flying away from the perished winters,
Making rune-weaving in Venus lands.

Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity,
The winter trembling, perished in the dark,
The vanity fair, injured vanity.
And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.

I draw the map of shadow travelling,
Removing from rainbow layers of rust,
Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying,
Where a serpent turns into dust.