There’s too many stories, that will be told
Of when we were okay, and when things were clear
But those times are over, and we no longer stand under oil lamps
I wish you all the lighting, that the thunder can offer you
For we must make our departure, we must meet at the crossroads
I’ll head towards the mountains of soot, you swim those rivers of unknown
And I know that I will be blinded, by the black mist in the air
But I will have known that, I was able to separate from a poison root
I don’t wish you ill or pestilence, only that you go
We have taken up too much time, more than Ulysses
This is our swam song, so lets finish please
This is a forgotten moment, lets start forgetting now