Drying Mouths (In A Gasping Land) - Callisto

Oh Western soul, a shrivelling fruit

Would you soon lay down and die

A rising monarch, howling laments on air

Lifelong lord in earthly lair

Fed up in surplus, your profane delight

Betraying needs, how far it leads

Still stretching the limit, pushing on

This tempting spirit of luring bloom

The Babylon sang in unison

The spirit of life is the spirit of death

Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold

Let the promise you made warm the cold

The Babylon now sings in unison

The spirit of death turns to life

The first becomes the last, while the last becomes the first

New land in sight to put out this thirst

Slow down, make it simple and sing

To make our thirst meet the life spring

Now streaming through Your hands

(The present day Babylon sang in unison

The spirit of life is the spirit of death

Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold

Let the promise you made warm the cold)

Streaming through Your hands