Through darkening waves of ages That rot when seconds fall And lag behind us racing For the better world My mind drags endless memories Mixing 'em with images, confusing 'em to haunt To let my throbbing temples Re-arrange borders
Of my impure soul. All that's left is scorn, no affection's born. I get down on my knees. Have mercy on me, my Persephone!
Bearing no fire, no light, exhausted I torture myself. Waiting for glimpse of the God - inspiration stem. Stomped into mud, but I know depression is the boundary between Renewals
Obsession may never have its sway As long as my mind keeps the magic of each day The essence of Your body, though only myth it be, Disturbs imagination beyond clarity
Rise! Rise, my Dear One! restore my dignity Take me from this actual boredom to sensuality I... I disperse joy, how mournful my heart is I... I do not know in the phase of your celibacy
Towards the brightening future I tread the path of bones And remains of what was left, deceived, postponed Glimpses of inspiration are they in store for me? However, I am waiting, my Persephone
In my impure soul all that's left is hope No more misanthrope I get down on my knees. Have mercy on me, my Persephone!