The Epoch of Stillness
Summoner Lyrics

Gurgling state of time a spite of spinner's fate
Despite the spinning of fate, time keeps flowing and changing, which can be likened to a gurgling sound.

No falling rain from clumsy sky
The sky is dry and does not produce rain, perhaps due to a lack of care and attention from those in charge.

The river lies in dry weather
The river is also dry due to the lack of precipitation, which is causing problems for the surrounding area.

Lust is growing in a lunar land while sun is turning
While the sun is setting, leaving the land shrouded in darkness, lust is growing under the light of the moon.

The evidence of eternal wait intensifies faintness
The fact that everyone is waiting for something to happen is causing anxiety and making people feel weak or faint.

In the reign of false compliance in epoch of stillness
During a time when people are just going along with what they're told to do, even though there's no real action or change happening.

A gloomy stage takes all the steps
A negative atmosphere is present, and all actions being taken are done so with a sense of gloom and despair.

Of people frightened from what they avoid
People are afraid of the things they're avoiding, perhaps because they know they will eventually have to confront them.

In the dreaminess of their dreamless day
Even though they're going through the motions of their daily routine, they feel like they're just floating along without really being awake or present.

Everyone dredges up his mud
Everyone has their own issues and problems, and they're bringing them to the surface for all to see.

A rose thorn is springing blooded tears
The beauty of a rose is marred by the painful thorns, which are causing tears to flow.

In the reflection of morning dawn
The light of the morning is reflecting off of something, perhaps creating a bright and hopeful image or casting light on something previously unseen.

The beauty ragged now is dying
Whatever was once beautiful is now falling apart, fading away, or otherwise dying.

Scared to death we are damned as into a stalemate making us
Fear has taken over, keeping us trapped in a place where nothing is changing, and there's no progress being made.

Scarecrow into the emptiness ghosts in shadow's lives
We are like empty scarecrows or ghosts, haunting the shadows and lacking substance or purpose.

The epidemic of equal needs quickly writes the epitaph
A widespread issue of people having the same basic needs is leading to negative outcomes, discussed as if it is quickly leading to death.

The nemesis of indifference enthroned queen of everything
Indifference--a lack of interest or concern--has become a powerful enemy, perhaps controlling everything in some way.

The epicentre in negligence is pacifying everyone's heart
Neglect, or a lack of attention or care, is at the root of everything that's going wrong, but it's also giving people a sense of calm or peace.

Melancholy the only one beach
A pervasive feeling of sadness or depression is the only thing remaining, like a lonely beach with nothing else around.

While in the memory the pieces are lost
In the past, things made more sense or were more complete, but now those memories are fading, becoming fragmented or nonexistent.

The plot of what is really gives
The true story or meaning of things is coming to the surface, becoming clear and easy to understand.

A sense of void in misery
Even in the midst of sadness and pain, there is a feeling of emptiness or lack of meaning.

Becoming clear the hypocrisy
The fact that some people say one thing and do another is becoming increasingly apparent or obvious.

Of nature of personality
This hypocrisy goes to the very core of people's nature or character.

What it is left is the epoch of stillness
What remains is a period of time where nothing is happening or moving forward, an era of stagnation and lack of progress.

Gurgling state of time stiffened is our time
Now, instead of flowing and moving, time has become stiff and unyielding, like it's stuck in place.

While as a pallid stone the sun is dying
The sun is setting but not in a particularly beautiful or colorful way--it's more like a lifeless or dull rock.

The wind blows strong enjoys the ride
In contrast to everything else that's happening, the wind is moving quickly and with purpose, even seeming to enjoy the journey it's taking.

Of ashes dance dust in your eyes
Amidst all of this turmoil and change, small pieces of dust or debris are being kicked up and making it hard to see clearly or think straight.