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