A lonely melody  from the white skeleton keys  a distant 
sorrowful requiem  The suffocating soil  transforms into 
air to breathe  around my narrow realm  A maze of roots  
under the woods  hear my call  answered by all  all these 
kingdoms  houses without windows  rulers and kings  
eyeless they sing  A lonely melody  accompanied by the 
choir of ages it reaches the tops of trees  an under 
world cult  praising the shapeless one  icon like 
abstract form  These mouths suck  every drop  from our 
veins  from pleasures and pains  Inverse, rebellious 
bitter sweetness  sprinkling the herbs on this sadness