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The winds of change pollinate in an empty field

   and the rune stones fade into the unreal...

Our raft was built of dust and debris

   but now is all but driftwood in the cosmic sea

There are more ghosts here than living souls

   and our roots we no longer know

Hiding between buildings instead of towering mountains

The city lights instead of stars to guide us through...

The cold nights dwindle into mild days

The ice melts and the earth decays

The oceans rise and the forests burn and the soil turns to sand...

The great emptiness is now in our hearts and we fill it with stones

Gathered into dying swarms and yet we feel alone

The gods are dead to the eyes of concrete

But their life springs forth from beneath our feet

It pulses with life from distant light and breath like frost on winter nights

Wash your face in the stream and sleep the night on miss

Hear the sound of the woods and stare at the stars

I will silence what is artificial...

If only for this moment in time...

The brick and the mortar kill the birch and pine

The serpents tongue only lies...

I will redefine necessity...

And listen to the wind through pine...

I will lose myself in silence and the hum of ancient stars

I will feel the earth beneath me and roam the mountains near and far

I will treasure all that lives and dies upon Ymir's back

I will rest my home in what came forth from Ginungagap...

The winds of change pollinate in an empty field

   and the rune stones fade into the unreal...