Again, thought of you first...

I see ice...

Remember, all that is structure used to be wild...

Time, is a lie...

You made an oath, and you stand in front of me, an oak...

I am the spirit of the swamp, and I want to speak to you about the light that lies ahead...

Puno puta sam ti došla na vrata, ali bila si zauzeta...

She was a flower in bloom...

My flower, your sunshine does nothing for me now...

I erase you from my memories...