What more have I to offer, what more have I to give?
what more can I be blamed, what more have I to live?
In these tasteless times of wasted days, how dark the fire burns
among the ashes of compassion, I rest; my time is done
What more have you to offer, what more can you deceive?
no more will you be blinded by the lies that you believe
still, still as stone, you move with wind no more
still, still as stone, your eyes have gone so sore
what more is there to witness here where time is always still
some more before the water bows down to fire's will
in these ageless times of wasted lives, so cold the darkness burns
with the corpses of my thoughts and fears, I rest; I rest as one