Fairy night, haunted by dead fathers' will lead me to Plutonian shores From your strong wind I heard your mighty hymn on my knees your burial oath I swore I mark your signs by ashes and flesh, while I am passing the gates of Hecates Four aethyrs' grace game me life, an astral body starts to rise I have reached a mist of sighs led my Askalofos cry Now I see an arcane divine twisted side An archetype through the night's space and time I walk upon the edge of two shores One foot in the ligh, one foot in the dark. Then I ate the dark rose, exiled the sun, no coming back. As the time has come, mortbidiasis within the lonesome later years, no iasis.