The Storks brought you an angel
So Sing goddess, Sing for him

"If they could only touch his soul to understand"

And the Shiver whispers:
"You forgot how to live ; Verviv tnemmoc eilbuo zeva suov"

No time, No life, No Death, will erase the carvings
He may spoil my days and disguise the future
The history is ours

And the Shiver whispers :
"I'm above, in, and underneath you ; Rueiretni L a te suos, sussed ua"

The mnemonic only brings the clown to meet the nails
In his head
He finds a book, reads the prеlude... but feels the end...
Do you cry for him ?
...nеver enough

And the Shiver whispers :
"Do the math for a decade to live chaos for a second"

...and a second is wasted, as the previous and the next, making your path
Narrower than it could be or should
And the Shiver whispers:
"I am the one writing these words..."

Will they be the next carvings?