Sickness in this ground
In these slender sands
No victory, no defense
Just loneliness
Just shy lairs
Evanescence face
Forgotten fervor
Like the sweet noise of the foam
Around the cliffs
From the dumb waves
Misty time
Can you hear the crying of the child
Who spilled the milk on the sky?
On the sky
Misty time
Sickness in this bound
In this slender soul
No victory, no defeat
Just aridness