Our life flourished amid a brown Mother Earth
Broke through the rocks, broke through straight towards the sun

Stygian light winks through the clouds
Retched into this heart of mine
Shines onto my life from nothingness
And I ravished the rays of sunshine
Unfinished we participate in [bad word] of life, our inner strife
Hidden inside us the need to end, to end our pain

One with nature, spoilt, without a zest for life
Sparkling bodies embraced by ebony nights

"Sometimes all our words are inadequate for the burden of our hearts"

Once ashes we will be and still the hunger for a new life
Or a [bad word] death
And the dust we will [bad word] to will be [bad word] 
Of the four winds wailing over our souls

The ashes still the hunger of a [bad word] death
The dust is [bad word] of the four winds from our hearts