Оригинален текст
Let us empty the porcelain jars
light up the candelairs
orchestra! play the lamentable sonata
scribes put your pens down...
for such a feast, only the god of scribes can write
and i shall lick the red ink, of the vision maid
Let us empty the porcelain jars
light up the candelairs
orchestra! play the lamentable sonata
scribes put your pens down...
for such a feast, only the god of scribes can write
and i shall lick the red ink, of the vision maid