Once there was myth and mystery
Now we destroy our ancient verse, our history
The eyes of my comrades watching, they haunt me
Dream a sinking ship in waters green;
Death down to fate;
My sacrifice, sorrow fathoms deep
The vision of a golden country, it haunts me
Dome of fragile glass: hunger to thieve, children shelter in paper arms, stolen refugees;
The torture to confess not to betray, Love Ministry
Cold-hearted secrets lie mute in ice,
No tongue to speak what's always been and always it shall be lost to lies
These icy tongues of wordless thoughts, they've never been and never they shall be