Текст песни Atlases - Epsilon

Оригинальный текст песни Epsilon

To find a cure from the first light,
The silence of hearts,
Marching towards plagues,
A faint and pale mourning.

The dismay of earth devours us,
Like an neverending clash of oceans,
In amidst sadness I'll coil the mirrorings,
The names appear like fractures in wings

Withered like embers,
The glow within us bids farewell,
I'll taste the void through sadden mire,
The idle air, where embers dare,

To unfurl the fragments of a closure.

Like ghosts of a funeral sun,
Restless like seas,
Yet the first light weakens us,

We've been scattered for the winds to carry.

To find a cure from the first light,
The silence of hearts,
Marching towards plagues,
A faint and pale mourning.

Withered like embers,
The glow within us bids farewell,
I'll taste the void,
The idle air, where embers dare