Now is the third season
The season I don't long
Cause it is here
And you are gone 

You were the Incubus
Who raped my sleeping mind 

Awake - pain was the master
I crawled in a chasm 

But now
Unsown seeds germinate
Unplanted trees bear fruits 

The spell is broken
Unsummoned reveries gather
Unwinged thoughts fly 

Wind rapidly swings its arms
Takes fruits from the trees
And flings them away 

But what's ripe falls
Nevertheless
To the ground