Текст песне : Zwan. Other. Consumed.

Consumed by flame
unchanged, unmade
were it so
devoured by rust
[?], oh
distaste my trust
assume now without fear
cruel and rough
so coarse in your hand

resume i must
it's too much
come near
to split you up
the fragments tear
i refrain
in no slight word
with no small deed left to clean
with all good hearts
make good speed

underneath the best
you lie ashamed
a rose upon your breast
it seems the same
so measure by the hour
am i really here
the curtains drawn to shade
your soul

so say you hear
appear anew
another charge
this rush of sage
tortures divine
made so strange
so please i must appease
and forget what was started
the seed is in the road
you must have known

and underneath the best
you like ashamed
a rose upon your breast
nothing's changed
so measure by the hour
am i really here
the curtains drawn to shade
your soul

underneath the best
you lie ashamed
underneath the best
you lie ashamed
the rose upon your breast
am i really here