(In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse)



"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the humble grave

For a minute trying to make out

What's been hidden there for years

hat it wants to speak to me

Stuff and nonsense!

It's absolutely mute so it is full of bones,

And worms,

And brown remains in rotten rags"



I used to comprehend all thoughts of thine

Thou wert my bond

Oh, devil's concubine

Who could not wait to die

(Neither could I)

Thou hast embodied grandeur of virtue

Which took event

When thou wert slept

Nane could perceive it till thy doom...



...Abducted thy attachment and spirited thee off.

Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I know

"Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the Scotch mist

She wrapped in mystery so did she not e'er exist?



It takes place during the night

When ye tend to turn off the lights

Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee

Towards the conformity!



Thou can't deplore the bones of thine for aye

As soon as corpse decay

Ghost hath to fade away

Evince the senseless corpse -

The senseless corpse of thine

Sunk into oblivion!"

Nane shalt annoy its rest

Nane shalt annoy its rest

Nane shalt turn that soil to annoy!



Do let's jog as frenzy feasts

With cunning it affects us all

All sincere senses are to fall

Under its burden



Ah, meanwhile it strides o'er corpses

Only ghost is to survive

The tedious phrases can't describe

All incarnations of...



Never-ending essence

Diabolo he was named

He's monster in the mortal flesh

Strikes in weak corpse of yours

Strikes in weak mind of yours

Penetrating all your thoughts

Never-ending essence

Diabolo he was named

Hark!



"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the phantom

For a minute trying to make out

How it could appear... What it wants to speak to me

Stuff and nonsense! It's absolutely mute!"



He's to be your eyes -

What are you to see?

He's to be your ears -

What are you to hear?

There is nothing to be done but to serve him!

If you do not mind so you're to do!



Methought thou wert departed

Methought thou'd gone without any explanation

Utterly I was proud that I wad ne'er hae seen

The"subject of my pride"

I've got to wear the same way

Because of suicide!



Stormy night sways wooden cross

Without any screed or remorse

Wrapped in mystery thou shalt beget thy sigh

Thy screech"Wha am I"?



It takes place during the night

When ye tend to turn off the lights

Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee

Downwards the conformity!



When I close my eyes I see

Only dead of night entirely... So dark

I am afraid to cease the dream of mine



So you ought to believe the lie

Believe in grave or you may die

Believe in cavalcade of destiny