In the land of Evers 
Underneath the waters 
Far beyond the heathers
And the heath that made us daughters

Circle still, the silence lacks
Wrest among the thoughts
Treasures there are worth the weight
Set upon our backs

Watching from the maw of Earth
That long digested flesh
Aching arms and hesitation
Moving in its depths

Looking now, the bubbles crest
Make waves upon the altar
Never will her spirit rest
Deep down inside those waters

Even if a cry escapes
The sound would not align
Secret prison, counting fish
Forever counting time