Prophet's Song

There were the endles space was torn
And the black stone gives strength to life,
Where we are born and die in the same instant,
Lost like a speck of futility.

There the women gave birth to death
When the black stone was glowing with life,
And she was a stranger at home
And she will become her own victim.

Your beloved - yet they are false,
Don't belive them, that's what
I beg of you, only he is able to defy,
But he will turn into a stone.

Oh you, you who understand a song
Don't touch the stone of darkness,
Because it is immortal from all who touch it.

So tells the ancient tale that i sing unto you,
But only those who hearken in their hearts will
Understand . . .
Oh you . . .