'Tis the evening of the morning
Of the dawning of the new day
The birds sing ariettas
To the breezes of an aromatic
Violet haze
These are the days of spring
Or so it seems to be
Until the birdsong threatens me
Tells me what I have to be
Yet me it never heeds
Drives me to my knees in sheer
Insanity
It pounds at me
Unmercifully sparing me
Denying me the sanctity
The agony of unity
How can this be...?

'Tis the autumn of the season
Of an everlasting peace
And now the leaves of concord
Start to fall and coalesce
Into a final breath of flame
Advancing it destroys me
Its roar engulfs all music
That I ever felt
Everything I ever saw
Warps my memories
Kills my mind
Till all I am
Is a shell of
Who I was
All I understand is me
And I'm the only one
Tell me how this nightmare
Once begun