Allow me to take you through talking air, blasting silence and cruel touches Wondrous colours but are seen in the metallic eyes of a blind There once was witnessed a foul soul, which only existed in the minds of the unknown Characterized as though the devil was arriving Emphasized as though the evil was killing Only the powerful could summon the dark, light was no view on outstretched lands However, they did mention me among the lifeless crowd Me, who'd hoped my colours, my smiles, my silence would conjure the darkening shadow Indeed, my whispering prayers were blessed and and the black vanished in smoke Once again rose my blue daydream, delicate spring, soothing tales and beloved hope.