| Now is the third season | |
| The season | |
| I don't long | |
| Cause it is here | |
| And you are gone | |
| You were the | |
| Incubus Who raped my sleeping mind | |
| Awake - pain was the master | |
| I crawled in a chasm | |
| But now Unsown seeds germinate | |
| Unplanted trees bear fruits | |
| The spell is broken | |
| Unsummoned reveries gather | |
| Unwinged thoughts fly | |
| Wind rapidly swings its arms | |
| Takes fruits from the trees | |
| And flings them away | |
| But what's ripe falls | |
| Nevertheless | |
| To the ground |