Fear this more (the more) than the hands of man's (disgrace) It crushes forth (resenting) conquest it's plan Don't look back, will I ever see your face again? The domination (is in all) imagination (space) Caress endlessly (until we) inflame the soul... Failing to return what's borrowed, devoting rights to me I see a Summer of Winters merging gracefully Don't look back, will we ever see your face again? Don't look back, will I hear the weeping words again?