Wheel them way on down to Barrow's Keep
To the crooked house, where shramanas meet their will
And find it by yourself
Treeline falling fast, it will surpass all the wicked men
Who stand up again so still
Do it by yourself
Fields of red where fields of green were so pristine
A blossom late will have to wait until the spring
But dawn arise and fill the skies a heavenly sheen
Forevermore erode the shore of tarnished dream
Sealed ceramic jars behind steel bars
Where civilization once ruled a nation strong
High up on the shelf
Shielded by the light while in your sight
All the people are falling, children are crawling until
They stand up by their selves
Fields of red where fields of green were so pristine
A blossom late will have to wait until the spring
But dawn arise and fill the skies a heavenly sheen
Forevermore erode the shore of tarnished dream