Over the sun beyond the gray skies To lay me to rest for there i shall die Time passes on the treasures seas For thy gods of the winds and the land
Marking the fiends sending them ships Nor sails nor the wind will carry them on To stars of great kings that buried deep within For thy gods of the waves and the land
On to the sea to the endless abysmal Dark symphonies will sound from the distance Carried by wind into great darken realms of death
Ivoryness to lay on her wind and carried to me through the sun and the sea Nor i shall bring my kean
Lost in the depths of the endless forlorn Over the gates lies the snake and his throne For commanding to ride on his horns