(с альбома Island (1991), вокал - Ása Hlín Svavarsdóttir, текст процитирован из Jeremy Taylor, "The Rules and Exercises of Holy Dying", 1651, ch. 1 "A General Preparation towards a Holy and Blessed Death, by way of Consideration")
"... So is every man: he is born in vanity and sin; he comes into the world like morning mushrooms, soon thrusting up their heads into the air, and conversing with their kindred of the same production, and as soon they turn into dust and forgetfulness - some of them without any other interest in the affairs of the world, but that they made their parents a little glad and very sorrowful ..."
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
"... others ride longer in the storm; it may be until seven years of vanity be expired, and then peradventure the sun shines hot upon their heads, and they fall into the shades below, into the cover of death and darkness of the grave to hide them. But if the bubble stands the shock of a bigger drop, and outlives the chances of a child, of a careless nurse, of drowning in a pail of water, of being overlaid by a sleepy servant, or such little accidents, then the young man dances like a bubble, empty and gay, and shines like a dove's neck, or the image of a rainbow, which hath no substance, and whose very imagery and colours are fantastical; and so he dances out the gaiety of his youth, and is all the while in a storm, and endures only because he is not knocked on the head by a drop of bigger rain, or crushed by the pressure of a load of indigested meat, or quenched by the disorder of an ill-placed humour..."
"... Homer calls man *a leaf*, the smallest... Pindar calls him *the dream of a shadow*. Another, *the dream of the shadow of smoke*; but St. James spake by a more excellent Spirit, saying, our life is but a vapour, that is to say, drawn from the air by a celestial influence, made of smoke and the lighter parts of water, tossed by the wind and moved by the motion of a superior body, without virtue in itself and lifted up on high or left below, according as it pleases the the sun, its foster-father ..."
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In my mind is the sound Of rudderless ships A time, and a time And a time And a time And a time And a time So much silence Has deafened our ears So much emptiness Hinders our movements Lost in the earth And lost in the air Around my hollow globe Broken feathers Blocking my words And then no-one spoke Oh no-one smiles And nothing moves Broken in snow The sun bares teeth So one: i shall build a boat Two: i shall not fly a flag Three, three, three: God's three functions So three: i shall cross myself Four: and hope to die