The Brass Bell Tolls Once,

The Baleful Eye is Blinded by wicked deed.

The Brass Bell Tolls Twice,

Under Crimson Fire Wings,

Pasts’ rusted chains are shattered,

by Tomorrow’s Epitaph.


Flicker Dance by Puppet Strings and Wired Guilt,

by the sound of thunder stroke and fire whip.

The Brass Bell Tolls Thrice.

One chapter is ended, another begins.

Not where it started, but where it’s been.

In Confusion and Joy.