Inside the youthful icicle a fiErY drill
Finds a point to tear
Down below the meadows wordlessly the newborn dew
Denies the drought to steer
 
Through a glacier our streams still flow
From the birth to Aeon we go
Where the waters only we know
Back to Aeon river we go
 
thousand times the sundial turns towards the moon
thousand times to fail
Severely the senescence detains the blooming youth
The brain without a head
 
Through a glacier our streams still flow
From the birth to Aeon we go
Where the waters only we know
Back to Aeon river we go  
 
The dire strait of time
This is where we get lost
Where do [bad word] from
To whom do we go to