The storm has ended   Into frail rust torn rain   Wool gathering smiles in spring   Safe from summer   And my sweet 'Erinyes'   All to become antiquities      La la la la la lalai   La la la la la yeah      Wither cold winds   Purist and bright sanctify   Unbridled morningtide   These silly wishes...   What am I supposed to do with them   Give me something to live for   My Antarctica      La la la la la lalai   La la la la la yeah      Wish it to end   Wish it to end...