Inside the youthful circle a fiery drill Finds a point to tear Down below the meadows wordlessly the newborn dew Denies the drought to steer Through a glacier our streams still flow From the birth to Aeon we go Where the waters only we know Back to Aeon river we go A thousand times the sundial turns towards the moon A thousand times to fail Severely the senescence detains the blooming youth The brain without a head Through a glacier our streams still flow From the birth to Aeon we go Where the waters only we know Back to Aeon river we go The dire strait of time This is where we get lost Where do we come from To whom do we go to