Deep seas of fog, ships desperately lost

Oars already got frost

The Sun is being webbed enmeshed with cobweb

By traitor, so calm spider legs


Like an ancient myth on the crests of sea

Our ark's trembling on cable-chains

Fog sits on the helm, solitude sprawls on souls

Over the masts a promise flutters, crawls


Fleeting time, nothing you are 

Water keeps the trace of sky

The resurrected out-world tends

To strike hard our frozen lands