If the air is saturated with the void around
If a flock of black birds circling around your hands
If faceless stand in front of you
If the light of a lantern hid her traces
If the glass still half full
So do not call her name
Do not call her name
Do not ask her to sing face to face for you
If the relicts're crying out to you from a smoke
If the past has faded, and the future's uncertain
If the dead talk with you
If your dreams mixed with reality
If the glass is half empty
So Call her name
Call her name
Ask her to sing face to face for you
In this Elysium of the gods
We kill everything we give name to