In the leafy shades of a wildwood,
Reflections of a distant light
A tempting celestial song
Calling into the light leading to the sky

Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground
Gripe the soil! It turns into dust.
Desperate fingers grasping, nothing.

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile
Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile
Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die again

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