Fear this more (the more) than the hands of mans (disgrace)
It crushes forth (resenting) conquest its plan

Dont look back, will ever see your face again?

The domination (is in all) imagination (space)
Caress endlessly (until we) inflame the soul...

Faling to return whats borrowed, devotion rights to me
I see a summer of winters merging gracefully

Dont look back, will we ever see your face again
Dont look back, will hear the weeping words again