Garden Of Temptation (Act IV) - Odes of Ecstasy

Winds, blow away the memories

Waves, drown the sadness

Night, hide your precious secrets well

Enter the garden of temptation

Try to provoke your fate

Ignore the shining mysteries

Dance, for their dying joy

Sing, for their hopeless cries

The clouds are disappearing

Fake signs are revealed

Illusions cause our madness

The desires of a haunted world

Hear the sounds of your needs

Kill your hesitations

«All the horizons will have chocked me

In every climate, all latitudes

Daily struggles for bread and salt

Love affairs, boredom

Ah!

It’s now time for me to wear

That beautiful white wreath of plaster

Thus, with the ceiling as frame around me

All shall admire me»