The house, the storm   Feather and tar      Art, existence   The flower in the sewer      The day of mourn are pass   All sorrow aside   I finally arrived   In a realm I thought not be true   Here I dwell forever   Eternal ease   Found a lotus in the sewer   A lake for the sword   No longer sick of running   - no longer scared of burning      The world has silenced   The voices are gone   I made oil my water   And dust my air   Found relief, salvation   Quit the downward spiral   Sad years, bygone   Future - the brightest white      Grand, imperial peace   I left the wretched, the scarred   Despise all grief   Antagonism obsolete