once more sentiments press themselves|in the layered rock of inner worlds,|drop down to the base of lost hopes,|trapped illusions and own failure,|along the huge and mazy conglomeration of fossilized memories.||but if the power of the moment has unveiled the view,|they're crystal-clear all at once: to rise up from the shadows of imagination||(once more, the memories are not really memories. they are crystal-clear all at once:|to rise up from the shadows of imagination)||the bunch of shady ropes|from schemings and their interrelations of shocking games|from enjoyment, weakness and devotion|of strange mental delusions.||disruptive!||and the synapses gave in a trance the benumbed feet|command them to carry away|from the mountains of the Non More.||and the frozen stalactites of the untouchable caves pain clearer to her.|and the frozen stalactites of the untouchable caves pain clearer to her.