Neath Waters (Minden Vízbe Mártott Test)

Neath Waters (Minden Vízbe Mártott Test)
 And as the spirit's grained to sack
 Of shining flesh by mills of time
 And as the flaming's drowned to mud
 All whisper me mortality...
 By window slumbering deeply
 Soulsilence, rainpainting of thee
 Ships of time sail me home this night
 Let the sea wash my hair weak white
 Glasshearted clouds above diving
 Veering and falling and rising
 Nightfall room, winter shade these days
 I close my eyes when I am awake
 Beneath an evening garden
 Glowing the loneliness
 These are the shades of passing
 To paint incandescence
 The machines of changing
 Revolving, rotating
 Ships of time sail me home this night
 Neath waters slumbering
 Neath gardens still glowing
 Let the sea wash my hair weak white
 When you wake up, you close your eyes
 Wake up, close your tiny eyes
 When you wake up, you close your eyes
 Wake up, you close your tiny eyes...