The Earth went stale like stones,
And cracked with sores.
The drought [bad word] like bones
Decaying after a war.

The course of the river has dried,
Water has flown from the well.
Forever remained in red blood 
An icy needle of [bad word] 

And there, in the circle of silence,
In a shelter for all broken souls,
The drought will remain inside us,
We’ll find out that life is all false.

It’s shaking like a narrow boat,
And aims directly at the heart.
But it seems that the edge of the road
It really won’t ever find.

And there, in the circle of silence,
In a shelter for all broken souls,
The drought will remain inside us,
We’ll find out that life is all false.