Like an eoalian harp i shiver the wind In every drop is smack of pain Day by day aven more deep Penetrate by vagancy gloomy vanity
I throw myself into the waves Life by life In vain bloody jewel streams in veins When soul pains in vacanty of time
I hear song of mute birds Song in valley of vanity I dream dead flowers dreams Dreams in valley of vanity
I couldn't escape Merger of cells Imprisoned in utero I don't percieve a space
Without true passion Penetrate through vacancy of vanity
To leam the birds to fly To kiss their dying wings To cut the flowers off for beauty Like an eoalian harp i shiver in the wind
Broken in my solitude All is more vanity.