All Things Will Pass

Rose of Summer, withered times

Shadows fall on contouring lines

Far beyond a sleeping wish

Lunar tongue on a lasting bliss

Dead within a dream

Icy river stream

Lend yourself...

Clouds of dust in a waning light

You have given up on plight

Time is now, my dearest friend

Hidden years and a heart to mend

And should we meet again

The loss of everything

Three wishes to a friend

Three hundred sorrows gather

But if we lend ourselves

Amidst rock and poison grime

There may well be a time

A kingdom past its prime

Dead within a dream

Icy river stream

Your silver voice in my throat

Potion without an antidote

A routine death for the well-immersed

After all, the years have left us cursed

A simple test in an iron cage

Old tradition in a modern age

Strong and true are the weak at heart

I am you, you am I

If everything ends

Is it worth to turn back home again?

If everything ends

Is it worth to turn back home again?

If everything ends

Is it worth to turn back home again?