The Mill

I'm the mill you spin
Pour the faint water
Let me spread the ice over us
Let me sow the cold
Reap the fruit of hate
Cut yourself on its thorn

Prove yourself worthy
I'm bleeding cold
Divide us in two
And make yourself superior

Redivide

Diffuse the source of life
Level out the curve
Tolerate the possible decline
Contradict the truth
Sign yourself with you
Drain the water of its force

Redivide
Our Sun
Our Sun