Chapter XII: To Drink From Lethe

In quest of herWhom I had lostI found a shoreTo rest at last
And in this waters
A shimmeringPhantasmal lightsLike echoes of the past
I saw them drinkingFrom the blackened flowWith empty eyesThey stared at me aghast
Then I found the oneI had been longing forTogether we would drinkFrom waters of this shore
...And dreamed a dreamless dream
Of nothingness aboundAs we forgot to be
Oblivion we found
We drank from LetheTo be reborn...

Trinke vom Fluß des Vergessens Den dunklen Stromen des Lethe In dem die Sterne leuchtend schwimmen in der ewigen Schönheit des Nichts