The sun descended to the ground   Behind the mountains, in the sea   A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill   There he will survey over those surviving will      The flaming shores are yet unseen   In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps   The sea gleams with lethal cold   Witness yourself here, alone yet bold      The night is born, the christlings thorn   The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn   And the moon lurks above      The beasts they howl her song   Told to be unchained at the day of doom   Their random laws, taught by the Gods   Are to be redeemed when He sets sail      There will forever be this ancient tounge   Primal wisdom from natures own longue      Count the shores of the utter coast   And fear peace forever most   When time is ripe to revive the past   Let us see who stands triumphant      The echoes of cosmic strife   Borne to the one-eyed man   By the ravens of reminiscence