[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