Вершы: Ihsahn. Undercurrent.

Quiet surface
Blurred reflection
Heaven's mirror
Calm awaiting

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

Peaceful silence
Pressing void
Moving shadows
In the melody

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

No ships set sail on this ocean
No longing gaze from the shores
No screams drowning in (septic) storm
But echoes of remorse

A formless drift was sculpture
sorrow bound, the sunken tower
world is broken
long lost kingdom
this wrecking Atlantis

Now beyond the prominent sun
the call of crystal waves
the (crops) of crimson fire
as the ocean drinks the sun

Deep deep down
the mouth of pandemonium opens wide
deep deep down
when its not that beast
when its not that beast
not that beast