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