Текст: Throes Of Dawn. The Great Fleet Of Echoes. Lethe.

You set me free
Flowing through
the Lethean sea

Turning away
All that I've been
A touch of your ultimate void
Burning away
All that I've been
Oblivion

You taste of medicine
and foul rooms
of the black sleep

Inside your room
it will all be so different

It will soon be over
It will be painless