Memalon

Who is the old man, who fills
My heart with greatest pain
Yet his name remains unheard?
I look at you and true tears shake
My eternal Saturnworld
Who is the old man, whose
Picture burned itself
Down to the bottom of my soul.

You push me back and raise me up
The criteria for both I long to know
Who are you I worship? What is the
Name of the one I saw?
Tell me how to reach you, to you i'd
Bow my head in awe.

You speak to me but what is it I hear?
We have never really touched
Such is the design of my greatest fear
Cruel, cruel, cruel... A veil I cannot penetrate
In different worlds we dwell
Attempting to dissolve what separates.

I force my face against this strangest
Membrane-wall and desperately I call for you
From the darkest depths of my lonely soul
The mist of the dimensions
Through which to glance it seems not allowed
Or maybe it's just that our "level" is of no
Interest as it is simply too low.

Is it true that only the mirrors' strength
Can conquer the mist and then be therefore received?
You turn around the illusion of a voice
My desire crowned by another defeat.

If doubt walks in I am growing weak in fear
"one day all pictures fade"
Lying down, looking inside
I call my dead lover in his grave
My eyes have caught a glimpse of you
Now I devour myself to embrace your peace.

The distance grows, we drift apart
What is the use of eyes if they cannot see?
Hear me in my darkness
Please wait for me, i'll find the way
I promise, I shall resist the tides
Until I'm finally united with you again.