Memalon

Who is the old man who fills

My heart with greatest pain

Yet his name remains unheard

I look at you and true tears shake

My eternal Saturnworld

Who is the old man whose

Picture burned itself

Down to the bottom of my soul

You push me back and raise me up

The criteria for both I long to know

Who are you I worship what is the

Name of the one I saw

Tell me how to reach you to you I'd

Bow my head in awe

You speak to me but what is it I hear

We have never really touched

Such is the design of my greatest fear

Cruel cruel cruel a veil I cannot penetrate

In different worlds we dwell

Attempting to dissolve what separates

I force my face against this strangest

Membrane-wall and desperately I call for you

From the darkest depths of my lonely soul

The mist of the dimensions

Through which to glance it seems not allowed

Or maybe it's just that our level is of no

Interest as it is simply too low

Is it true that only the mirrors' strength

Can conquer the mist and then be therefore received

You turn around the illusion of a voice

My desire crowned by another defeat

If doubt walks in I am growing weak in fear

One day all pictures fade

Lying down looking inside

I call my dead lover in his grave

My eyes have caught a glimpse of you

Now I devour myself to embrace your peace

The distance grows we drift apart

What is the use of eyes if they cannot see

Hear me in my darkness

Please wait for me I'll find the way

I promise I shall resist the tides

Until I'm finally united with you again