alone
on the shores we roam
may we rest on the fire stone

time
shattered our line
rendered ghosts on the river rhine

hate
carved on our blade
calls the hungry gods to wait

we pray
for the sleep someday
sleep with fire no longer with clay

may we rest on the firestone
where the winds find us proud and alone
calling hungry gods to wait
for our pride to allay their hate

the forces of dust and time
wrought ghosts on the river rhine
to them we shall kneel and pray
sleep with fire no longer with clay