Were the earth is cover by thickning smoke,
and voices hurd by dancing folk.
cant speek of whome thats forbbiden name,
forgivnes globe is not the same.
somewere in life were love is bright,
never no more darkness and fright.
chattering teeth of refuge goal,
stations journy of preserved soul.
the compass that you carry is always at kindness,
abyss of quality always at blindness.
(means forgotten life)