The face of the moon is concealed by wisps of clouds, the mind of man is savage and empty. You're caught up among dark places. I'm a moonlight rider woven in endless interchanging, harmonious melodies drown in violence. The smell of evening wind... Listen to my midnight song! Smoke from magical hashish pipe has grown even more solid. I'm hearing into the heights and into the depths of monochromatic beauty. Dark waters, places for the moaning, gentle sounds in delicate melodies. Wide, deep and beautiful. Futile, loud and endlessly repeated. Magical fluid that arose and pass beyond. The echo of magnitude went out into the void, and now we're blended by immeasurable light.