Pay the evils in heaven
That liberate in the world..
At these mysterious times
Where all is poetry, my thoughts are yours
At these times of magic; my thoughts are yours
The shade is removed,
Through burning dark clouds
Give and take sight from the blind
Cure my death by taking life
Please give me that hope again
I will learn to understand
A shade swallows the light
Giving sight to the mind, blinding
A golden crown is now an epitaph
Cure for death, killing...
Pay the evils in heaven
That liberate in the world
And like this in your eyes
You show the guilt from your tears
At these mysterious times
Where all is poetry, my thoughts are yours
At these times of magic, my thoughts are yours
The shade is removed
Through burning dark clouds
