Cryptic Tales

Wooden dancer takes me by the hand
I go to touch mystical lips
Small elves
I can hear their whispers
My wooden dancer
Showed me the other side

Golden garden

Through the golden garden
I'm going up the misty mound
When I reach the summit
I can hear a sound
Sound of golden wings
A mystical form
Is raising the crucifix
I am new-born

No, this is not an angel
This is not paradise
The purple flame
Never
This is a garden
Garden of mystical shades
A nightmare cheated the dream
Never

Look!.. Golden roses
I saw the tears of a metal plant
A ray of the sun
Showed me the violet of its upper side
I'm moving on
Looking for the source
I can see the light
Pressing the handle
I'm inside

No, this is not an angel
This is not paradise
The purple flame
Never
This is a garden
Garden of mystical shades
A nightmare cheated the dream
Never

This is my golden dream