Cryptic Tales - Golden Garden

Wooden dancer takes me by the hand
I go to touch mystical lips
small elves
I can hear their whispers
my wooden dancer
showed me the other side

Golden garden

Through the golden garden
I'm going up the misty mound
when I reach the summit
I can hear a sound
sound of golden wings
a mystical form
is raising the crucifix
I am new-born

No, this is not an angel
this is not paradise
the purple flame
never
this is a garden
garden of mystical shades
a nightmare cheated the dream
never

Look!... Golden roses
I saw the tears of a metal plant
a ray of the sun
showed me the violet of its upper side
I'm moving on
looking for the source
I can see the light
pressing the handle
I'm inside

No, this is not an angel
this is not paradise
the purple flame
never
this is a garden
garden of mystical shades
a nightmare cheated the dream
never

This is my golden dream