Текст песни Seducer's Embrace - The Now

The trail of bitter-red burgeons
On memory's swinging thorny shafts
Through a squeeze of fog-covered petals,
Gleam vivid lanterns of the past

In grace of the instant,
Looping its song,
The pendulum's whistle
Casts now to before
Rushing through history,
Gone centuries' drops
Get shattered to splashes
On now's ethereal walls

Let wheels of ages come to a stand still,
Stroke captured seconds with your hands
Time is an artificial abstract
Wound up by the mortal brain

What is the now if, being reached to, it slips the past,
With a sticky moan being torn away by time?

When is the now if it's being wrapped by the restless mind
In clouds of days that have passed by, or are yet to come?