Текст песни Atrophia Red Sun — Poem

Love's function is to fabricate unknowness
Known being wishless; but love all of wishing
Though life's lived wrongsideout, sameness chokes oneness
The truth is confused with fact death boast of dying
And men are caught by worms, love may not cave if time
Totters, light droops, all measures bend nor marvel
If a thought should weigh a star - dreads dying least
And less, that death should end now!!!

How lucky lovers are, whose selves abide under whatever
Shall discovered be, whose ignorant each breathing dares
To hide more than most fabulous wisdom fears to see
Who laugh and cry who dream create and kill,
While the whole moves, and every past stands still.