It has been creeping for too long
submits itself to the shepherd's call
Symbol of dusty past
that the servant created for the servant
Drying is the weight
of rule
without impact
The substance of governance
You always sing the same song
Shell sounds of fruitless preservation
Aegir's fire corroded the sea
The inner world was at boiling point
Sinking between the banks
Until the cradle gave birth to a grave
The lamb eats the last green
Pulls scars into the earth
Separated from flock and guardian
Hungry, thirsty, worthless
Aegir's fire corroded the sea
The inner world was boiling
Sinking between the shores
Until the cradle gave birth to a grave
Closed It has been seeing for a long time
It has been crawling for too long
It has been fleeing for too long
From itself and its simplicity
The dew of battle is the surf
Your parting forms the elevation
/>Between the banks