| She found a place to be | |
| Where she can be free | |
| A shelter from the havoc | |
| Free from herself | |
| She is of silk like milk skin | |
| With a ghost on her back | |
| She burns from the inside | |
| So now she destroys | |
| Again | |
| She builds up, she tears down | |
| Tears down from inside | |
| I refuse to lose this war | |
| I come back for more | |
| Again ! | |
| And her aura | |
| Is an aroma | |
| The rain dampens your colours bright | |
| Goddess of the morning light | |
| I walk the desert floor | |
| I know I've been here before | |
| I withstand the northern wind | |
| To shelter her from sin | |
| This won't be an empty place | |
| She will come back for more | |
| Again ! |