This is bleak but in beautiful translation From infinity, to the pen, to the mouth I sing for the undertow Darkling, I listen to its crash upon my shore These scars are but memories to cherish Promises carved into a chasm wall I remain hidden inside their words Composed like bronze I bend a knee Before the sun that dives in the sea When I die, fling my ashes high For the wind to disperse All my intentions remain ethereal All my dreams impossible Save the ones I lived When I die, fling my ashes to the wind