[00:08.91]It was all once bright jewels [00:13.17]Glittering sand [00:16.71]The oceans have ravaged [00:20.40]Strangled the land [00:24.00]Waste fills the temples [00:27.39]Dead daughters are born [00:30.99]The presses are empty [00:34.68]The editor's torn [00:45.57]Whose husband was the first to fall [00:52.50]Who died the worst death of them all [00:59.61]How many splinters in each separate band [01:06.78]How many stations in the final hand [01:15.30]Now gather up sea shells [01:19.35]And write down brave words [01:22.83]Your prayers are unanswered [01:34.26]Your idols absurd