There’s nothing easy 'bout the love we'd been swallowed by
We picked up our heartless-hearts and we wrung them dry
‘til our hands turned black with the blood
And our eyes turned red with the fire we lay restless above

And it burns the bitter bones out of my body’s better lies
But our better beings leans, like timid warrior women, we'll die
Whether winds will keep our rеmnants whistling with them through the skies
Or lеt us go to lay down with the brine

At the bottom of the sea our sorrows will lie
Until we climb alone toward our undoing
Among the fair enfold of this black sea
And a cradle in waves of endless sleep