| Been standing here for ages | |
| Watching the valleys blossom and burn | |
| The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you | |
| Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths) | |
| I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water | |
| Cold as my dreams | |
| Isa: Still - | |
| Standing - | |
| Empowered | |
| Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice | |
| Isa: Detached - | |
| Silent - Ecstasy | |
| Isa: We are the dead | |
| We arrived here from different spaces | |
| Bidding the wooden shrines farewell | |
| Concealed within dead lips lies the rope | |
| That forged us and then tore us to shreds | |
| Distant opposite assembly at the shores | |
| They're telling me it's time to let go | |
| A time to burn, a time to build | |
| With your own hands a room within that room | |
| Bring it all towards the centre and tremble | |
| Bring her back from the shadows and kiss her | |
| Retrieve the sword from the abyss | |
| Hold back the tidal wave | |
| Isa: Still - | |
| Standing - | |
| Empowered | |
| Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice | |
| Isa: Detached - | |
| Silent - Ecstasy | |
| Isa: We are the dead |