Arusia, Arusia Bones and skulls jut out of your forest floor Arusia, oh Arusia The foul signs of times seep through the pavement Far, far away where the peninsular land Slopes down and a**embles brook and town Behind its smile, inside the bowels of Arusia I'm led into your swirling web Your ramparts hid like the threshold to the core Beneath the striving for the metropolitan likes Seed that will never be able to take root Not even penetrate your daytime or night I remember eruption around the river's mouth And footsteps on the eastern shore of Albion afar And now, once again I tumbled and fell down On the muddy streets of November Clear vision bruised, heady dream confused As it slipped from my grasp Now, the Arusian night has crept upon us Like a calming blanket over the tired town Hear the tower bells, conspiringly they toll: In vernalis temporis - do you know what you miss? While gazing at the stars with an earnest glare And my cheeks smeared by the gutter A cool wind blows like foreign memories An ancient tale of time unveiling Yet my heart is filled with the strangest zest To follow you through the wet and the glinting streets Oh sister, the end is coming fairly soon And I will either be forgotten or insult oblivion With tales and stories about a distant time and space With tales of a distant time