Act III: Last Day of the Real Existence - Asguard

When you realize

That what you believed in due to your levity

Was only illusion

Illusion or sham

And being more exact

Utopia of that unfeasible

And unreal Happiness

That had been prepared

By the fate

And which you had destroyed

Having believed that

You were the master

Of the world

Master of eternal life

And that you could control destiny

But you didn’t believe

That it was only a dream

And that all dreams

Sometimes came to an end

This is the last day

Of real existence

The Sun is shining differently

Something playful, seducing, and

Attractive is felt

In this world, in this

Indescribable beauty of nature

This is just sunlight

That is slightly hidden

By a cloud

Creation entrancing me…

Who are you?

An unknown genius creator

Who was able to create

This world, this wood

This field, this rain

Oh, My God, this is rain

Warm summer rain

My last summer rain

My tears of deep sorrow

Tears of revelation

Tears of bitterness

I’ll never see it again

How could I be so mistaken

How could I believe in unreal

Attractive, but deceptive

The last summer rain, so tender

So warm like the most secret dreams

Which you are going through the last time

The time has come

Time of retribution

Time of this unknown

Which seemed so attractive

And turned out to be

So deceptive

Time of a dream

And eternal sleep