| On opening my eyes… | |
| The world dark as my soul… | |
| Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
| A dream of a dead man | |
| The moss of thoughts fill my mouth… | |
| Lichen grows on my bones… Vertebrae detach… | |
| Teeth lost in the grit | |
| The night has swallowed my name… | |
| Taken my time, taken my place | |
| The dusk has covered my trace… | |
| The rain has washed my memories away | |
| I have disappeared… | |
| I am no more… Turned into voice of storm | |
| The roaring song of space… | |
| Behold the waves… They roll over themselves | |
| Behold the waves… There lies the lap of time |
| On opening my eyes | |
| The world dark as my soul | |
| Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
| A dream of a dead man | |
| The moss of thoughts fill my mouth | |
| Lichen grows on my bones Vertebrae detach | |
| Teeth lost in the grit | |
| The night has swallowed my name | |
| Taken my time, taken my place | |
| The dusk has covered my trace | |
| The rain has washed my memories away | |
| I have disappeared | |
| I am no more Turned into voice of storm | |
| The roaring song of space | |
| Behold the waves They roll over themselves | |
| Behold the waves There lies the lap of time |
| On opening my eyes | |
| The world dark as my soul | |
| Nothing moves, nothing flows | |
| A dream of a dead man | |
| The moss of thoughts fill my mouth | |
| Lichen grows on my bones Vertebrae detach | |
| Teeth lost in the grit | |
| The night has swallowed my name | |
| Taken my time, taken my place | |
| The dusk has covered my trace | |
| The rain has washed my memories away | |
| I have disappeared | |
| I am no more Turned into voice of storm | |
| The roaring song of space | |
| Behold the waves They roll over themselves | |
| Behold the waves There lies the lap of time |