If only I could dream of Issergia's lost symphony,

Playing in the ancient, Mandragora Castle,

Its ghosts of luminous melody pouring into the void that is my heart.

If only I could transcend beyond the illusive hatred that binds my soul,

Creepily deceiving time

Across sacrifice as I grieve no more.

If only I had the key to restore the wild, roaring serenades

Carving her romantic epiphany into my heart,

Playing her song to sail the seas of divine ecstasy.

If only I could confess the love I had,

As I slowly walk towards the path of eminent salvation.

If only Issergia were here,

Her lips touching mine--kissing mine--in the colorful darkness of our sorrowless sanctuary,

Listening to the harmonic Chant of Furies,

As the clock strikes upon a frail midnight.

But then I realize, that as time passes, it will come,

Where I can finally take Issergia into my warm embrace,

And together we will walk through the lovely halls of this gothic castle,

Owned by the great Mandragora.

For I know not a place as sacred as this,

As romantic as the fireflies that revel in the mystical gardens of Lacroix,

Let alone, peaceful like this admirable view of the European countryside.

Deep down in the anguished void of my petrified soul,

I will forever continue to love you, my heavenly Issergia.