Tekst:
Canopy Serene Catharsis

This wretched art of time These wonders without soul The end of all known values Can you hear them? My eyes - unblessed Will watch your last crawl Defaced

The day I meant All history Next one descent Swift time I see It holds no change This kinetic age All moments cease Movement release It holds no change

Why do I read, read between the lines Create the ideal Interpret What's not there Time has passed, no sights have changed Misplaced pattern, rearrange

In distant I Of movement still The trail of absence Infected will Of blood thirst rise No other strive A lying tongue Of vision deprived Now another

unrest Forged the faith of all In obscure serenity In this winter of souls Beyond man, beyond death Then a world will unfold In a serene catharsis