There were the endles space was torn And the black stone gives strength to life, Where we are born and die in the same instant, Lost like a speck of futility. There the women gave birth to death When the black stone was glowing with life, And she was a stranger at home And she will become her own victim. Your beloved - yet they are false, Don't belive them, that's what I beg of you, only he is able to defy, But he will turn into a stone. Oh you, you who understand a song Don't touch the stone of darkness, Because it is immortal from all who touch it. So tells the ancient tale that i sing unto you, But only those who hearken in their hearts will Understand . . . Oh you . . .