One candle after midnight, just before the dance begins:
A gloomy voice strangles the hope of the returning
The soft breath in night releases the flames from life
And all that remains is the yearning...
Fate:
When the heart has escaped from the fire
And the passion cannot drown the thirst
The marble will embrace you coldly
Where conceit, and eyes have been first
Hope: The marvel of their growing
Fate: Where you should not have come.
Hope: Erupting joy inside my veins
Fate: It now will be undone.
Hope: No! Remain, the laughter...
Fate: Never, tears will flow...this will not be your time!
This grievance set on stage, the puppets in my arms...
And so the curtains shall close!
Hope: But age has come with dawning...
Fate: And also with it night.
Hope: Our doubt shall fill with warning...
Fate: But never release the light!
Fate: Despair has come to greet me,
And join us in this dance.
As marble will embrace you,
And hearts will feel her glance.
And so we dance...
And so they dance, the grievance set on stage...
Heart: I have drowned in passion, and you shall be the answer, to my dreams...
Fate:
So the heart sought release from the fire
But the passion could not drown the thirst
Now marble will embrace you coldly
Where conceit, and eyes have been first.
