Chapter XII: To Drink From Lethe

In quest of her whom I had lost
I found a shore to rest at last

And in this waters a shimmering
Phantasmal lights like echoes of the past
I saw them drinking from the blackened flow
With empty eyes they stared at me aghast

Then I found the one
I had been longing for
Together we would drink
From waters of this shore

And dreamed a dreamless
Dream of nothingness abound
As we forgot to be, oblivion we found
We drank from Lethe to be reborn

So trinke vom Fluß des Vergessens
Den dunklen Strömen des Lethe
In dem die Sterne leuchtend schwimmen
In der ewigen Schönheit des Nichts