Absorbing eyes cannot see this key 
I'll burn a mark on my chest 
To create an increase of happenings 
A footstep that regains its place 
One way belongs to each of us 
An entire sight in this role 
This excuses of life 
Will guide you into... 
...nothing 
After all mirth will respire 
With every fall age will come 
And return to the beginning 
After all mirth will respire 
With every fall age will come
[In Norse mythology, Nóatún (Old Norse "ship-enclosure") 
is the sea-side abode of
the god Njörðr]