Oceans of time have passed. Do we always remain the same? knife hurts my magic, I let her slowly go. Glimpses: no more, wandering we go, in this strange dream called mother earth. The endless lullaby seems so far... I feel so [bad word] of life, I need a swamp to die. The white ship seets sails upon the sea, I left her go with my breath. Need to ride wtih the queen of tides, where are they in dreams of past? There's no times [bad word]  close your eyes, be again. There's no time to repent, cose your eyes, live again.