The Ancient sun sets, I rise again
I rise again 
Journey Long and toilsome
I stand before the spring
before the spring
Waters flow beneath me 
the eyes of the one who knows 
the one who knows 
Water which spouts my judgment 
Nine worlds my final home 
My final home 
Searching, through wind and summer's rain, 
Searching, for my hasted shallow grave. 
Forgotten by the hall up high Forgotten but glory shall 
be mine