Our surroundings, one
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission

Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition

We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore