Resentful is the world East of the Sea
Hope is lost, the choice long over.
The sun has fallen and it has died swiftly
And the lights of the world are not quite sober.
Who will restore the peace of my soul?
For now all is gone, the mist has taken hold,
The ships are all adrift: no longer will I look
Over the great ocean to a light of gold.
The stars are veiled and faith has sunken,
I have taken the road and none will follow.
The deeps of the sea cover the land, my home.
Sea birds cry in the sky: my mind is hollow…
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