Hún er einhverstaðar rétt hjBeen standing here for ages Watching the valleys blossom and burn The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths) I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water Cold as my dreams Isa: Still - Standing - Empowered Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice Isa: Detached - Silent - Ecstasy Isa: We are the dead We arrived here from different spaces Bidding the wooden shrines farewell Concealed within dead lips lies...