[Music : S.Tenetz, Lyrics : T.Maensivu] We now could face our seedling, and to accept the disliked figure it bears Watch while it stings my growing as this old friend lasted for years That grey and simple pa**age hidden within My beloved nectar, it is what he needs held inside ethereal gla** of red potion I do now lie cold in gra** and plead Begging this familiar face to give oceans but he just hands me the weeds as morningrise never reached my chambers I stare that pale knife with greed It flashes the only colour to my portrait in this moment's ashes; it is a dream No tears to give for this long trail this elixir; my blood is what I bleed In a word of simplicity and hasted strength I never saw that blinking again...