Silver glints in golden mist
upon the wings of pixies wisps...

Sleep speaks that single red black eye
as it gazes upon the millions who die...

Death leaks it foggy veil
against the midnight's deep black gale...

I riddle you this you men of lie
I wound why it is...

To you who call yourself wise
I give you simply this...

These Crystal tears
so simple and sweet...

Fallen, fallen, is Insanity the great
millions cry as he wakes...