[Originally by Ved Buens Ende]
The dust the Dreamking and I.
Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons.
We did what the sun forbade us to.
Oh how mournful we are,
Soon to be given wings.
The wings that gave the swan his pride.
And the tears that watched the sun die.
You who threw silence over me,
Return with the heart I gave you.....
.....I was weak to let you plunder.