This is the dead land / My final destination / I¢m walking through the ashen air / The cold and silence, the blackening / I can¢t make out my own skin / Through this obscurity / But I can see fragments of my past in a handful of dust / Strange images come far from the ashes / Life-flashing-before-my-eyes through this heap of remains / Mirrors of some old memories

When I look through these windows / I can see clearly my face in these mountains of dust / But I feel like I¢m uncoupled from my own story / When I look though these mirrors / I can see clearly the ghosts of my past / A woman I loved, The Father I lost

This is the waste land / The death¢s other kingdom / My final resting place / The cold and silence, the blackening / I can¢t figure my way out / Through this reality / I remember the day I scattered my father¢s ashes / His flesh and bones merge into the soil / If only my heart were stone I would contain my tears / And look in the eye of my destiny

When I look through these mirrors / The dark and violet hours occur to me / But I feel like I¢m uncoupled from my whole story / When I look though these mirrors / I can see clearly the ghosts of my past / A woman I loved, A father I lost

All things remain through the ashes