Don\'t you care my love, I left
the key is wrapped up in elven garment
and the green machine is still
producing those phantasms
that you like.

But don\'t you care about the mage
and the troll who left the curse
of the pearl to unveil this drama,
this threatening rendition
you call life, the life you adore?

I believe the ecstasy of this shady forest
travels aimlessly and bleeds willingly
for us mortals who meditate love and life.
Eventhough we\'ve been waylaid by fiends
and black magic we still don\'t want to
return home at the eventide of our laughter.