Sweet revivals of a universe which has too long lived.
Trouble now gone, the world is having a new spring.
While the korrigans have now disappeared,
Deliale, lost within herself, is wandering...
Deliale, deliale, deliale, deliale...

I don't care if outside the chaos has ceased
to be in this pacified reality because today
I ignore all this returned."
"insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity : is my name!"
(but, little by little, the fire of her soul dies out.
Her temporally gone madness gone madness
(has this madness buried deep inside of her will never leave)
unrils a picture as real as it is terrible.)
An arm drawing out of a rock; a face hardly visible.
A child holding a hand; his gaze; getting empty
of all emotion is dying...

"you, the father of our child, and you my son I hoped safe.
Huskaleil, here you are with an amputed arm.
Your body partly melted to a tree, as your father's was a rock.
I cannot bear the weight of this vision.
My son, I have to end your sufferings which I refuse to sustain..."
"insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity... is my name!"
"huskaleil !!!"