(The mirror is the theatre Where the autopsy begins) Please, be so kind to leave this place None of your kin(d) is wanted here A dreadful tremor shakes these walls Your presence vibrates violently Over many years we've built The utmost fragile atmosphere We can't allow the uninvited Visitor(s) to interfere The balance here's most delicate And our salvation, if you wish Yes, our existence as a whole Is depending on this sacred place A silence, powerful and true A minimum of what we seek Pervading everything and all It can be hered, can be percevied This silence, you must understand A quiet state of rest and calm Is like a temple in itself Keeps the secluded soul(s) from harm It's gentle light is almost dark A peaceful semble of the tomb A certain chill's predominant As most things here have ceased to move Our lord is sleeping in his chambers The centre of our sancutuary He's not receiving anyone He has not seen a soul in years So long ago our lord's retired From the affaires your world to show We've never heared your name before Our lord's not well, you have to go Please, be so kind to leave this here None of your kin(d) is wanted here A dreadful termor shakes these walls Your presence vibrates violently Please, leave!