Over the sun beyond the gray skies
To lay me to rest for there i shall die
Time passes on the treasures seas
For thy gods of the winds and the land
Marking the fiends sending them ships
Nor sails nor the wind will carry them on
To stars of great kings that buried deep within
For thy gods of the waves and the land
On to the sea to the endless abysmal
Dark symphonies will sound from the distance
Carried by wind into great darken realms of death
Ivoryness to lay on her wind
and carried to me through the sun and the sea
Nor i shall bring my kean
Lost in the depths of the endless forlorn
Over the gates lies the snake and his throne
For commanding to ride on his horns