the echoded cloister歌词

(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 cant allow the uninvited visitor(s) to interfere.
the balance here's most