You're at war
Everything burns in hands.
The line of mind -
A blade in the palms.
And the wine strains the voice,
Like glass was once grinded
And turned to dust.
It's not over yet:
Under the heart -
A stranger's body.
It's not too late yet:
Splinter**
The sun hasn't burned out yet.
The pain haunts you
Like blind revenge.
But the battle will show -
Home is no more a fortress.
And the water'll flow under the rock,
(And will) Break it with the fast streams
And will once turn to dust.
It's not over yet:
Under the heart -
A stranger's body.
It's not too late yet:
Splinter
The sun hasn't burned out yet.