Inside the youthful circle a fiErY drill
Finds a point to tear
Down below the meadows wordlessly the newborn dew
Denies the drought to steer

Through a glacier our streams still flow
From the birth to Aeon we go
Where the waters only we know
Back to Aeon river we go

A thousand times the sundial turns towards the moon
A thousand times to fail
Severely the senescence detains the blooming youth
The brain without a head

Through a glacier our streams still flow
From the birth to Aeon we go
Where the waters only we know
Back to Aeon river we go

The dire strait of time
This is where we get lost
Where do we come from
To whom do we go to