Years are gone without resistance In strict yearn of outdistance Life was stood in for existence Stained in salty rust
We prefer to drown in penury Wipe off days by future emery Fill the urns by ashen memory Bitter old age's dust
Taste the fusion of illusion and avoided solution, Fill the fear of the feeling a foretoken through the faith In the walls of weather everyday we forged chains and loosed them Interfering with the past on bridges that we incinerate
Feeling aeons in the seconds that we gathered the whole life Feeling sand that streams so slowly through our faintly trembling hands We can take with us not more than handful To the nothingness
Years are gone without resistance In strict yearn of outdistance Life was stood in for existence Cold and crimson-lit
Past mistakes are now referring To all naive lies we swear in And perpetual is staring When we step on it