... and kissed the fairytale-land with pride under the trees of lust the leaves pure shadows on me which shelter me from the darkness which I was I hold the dreams, within my arms thrash the earth, within my tears and heal my wounds in meadows of light forgotten in the drowning land now I leave my wishes but love conquers all ... and every angel needs a tear to laugh calling the fall trust me, I am your lunacy embolded, enthroned so it's a king for a while but gloominess it seems so gentle the gestures of the gist ingrowing taste of dreams infatuate my gift, now it becomes light inexact but clear