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