ANCIENT TREES HIDE A SACRAMENTAL PLACE A DEEP MERE WITH TURBID COLD WATER AND DRY BRANCHES SCRATCH THE FACE THE ONE WHO TRIES TO BEHOLD AND PENETRATE...
OUR MEMORY IS KEPT IN DEPTH OF THIS WATER DREAMS OUTSIDE THE STRONGHOLD OF HATE AND NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO DIP TO THE BOTTOM... AND NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO OPEN THE GATE...
WHEN DAY APPROACHES TO THE END YOU SWEETLY FALL ASLEEP AND FIRMLY KEEPING IN YOUR HAND A KEY FROM GATES OF THE REMEMBRANCE
CLOSE YOUR EYE AND FALL ASLEEP...
CLOSE YOUR EYES THE ONLY WAY TO GET THERE CLOSE YOUR EYE THE ONLY WAY TO FEEL IT