... 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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] light
 inexact but clear