Hurled upon rocks is the fair amulet
And my hopes lie
Hurled upon rocks
In the city there are new ones to be bought
Deep in the seas, it’s openly sung
the waste of young blood
Far in deep seas
Close to the shores, the echoes are missed
In our inmost hearts, times reap!
Each inconvenient truth
Hides in the deep
All around us, a sorcerer’s scheme
In the shallows ye tumble dry, stars!
Oh, in the shallows awake
With barren nights, shall not stand complying