Η Ρωγμή του Θαύματός μας (The Split of Our Wonder)

A scribbled paper
Cuts me
Aimless persecution
I'm closing in
Lush, sculpted, shrouds
Anticipating
A soft touch
Vermillion lights
In colorful hands
Wingless body
Take me
Mirage
What to absolve
Casting your shadow
To every figure
Up high is hovering
The split of our wonder
As it covers, every tɾail
Will be [Am]ɾevealed
Up high is hovering
The split of our wonder
As it covers, every tɾail
The death of us, will be [Am]ɾevealed