Текст песни Cocoon

It is from the order of succession in nature And not from the ever-lasting endurance of her works That we may expect the reign of perpetual activity In her wide domains In her living kingdom The ravages of decay and death Are eternally repaired by the birth Of new representatives of life As lands will vanish and appear above the waters We are alone And under cold stone We rot So afraid (so afraid) Of change Still we serve (still we serve) The origin of worlds The matter saved from such mighty wrecks Will again be available for useful ends The forces which seem destroyed Only assume other forms to participate In new movements and operations We are alone And under cold stone We rot So afraid (so afraid) Of change Still we serve (still we serve) The origin of worlds I can see A face split in a grin And I see A dream that did not come true And all according to the plan We are deer Expected at the rear end of our own objective All we were and are and will be Serves the origin of worlds Serves the origin of worlds Serves the origin of worlds Serves the origin of worlds