Neiot

Drifting forth the sea of grey White ships wash the tide to spray Gazed upon by evergreen bough Finds him called upon the prow Gossamer breaches break ashore Upon the stones and shells and moor Beneath a darken canopy wry Shrouded in cloud, a fogged sky Fawn under forest, hills, and stone Remember he who walks alone Denumb the hues cast on the pond In snow, he bleeds the cape he donned In reflections, he finds his silver tree In mirrors, he sees the velvet sea Our daylight fades on welkin star On mountain for this, his runes shall scar

BOJUREN En cosɑxumn deo de ɾɑi yɑgge voɾ̥ skɑɾ̥iɑn ven kɑðɑɾ̥e en sumɾ̥ɑ ɑtshiona ɑvɑ vouteɾ̥ noɾ̥oba soɾ̥fen, lhufen, yɑt litɾ̥ɑesten gonen vɑ en schvɑɾ̥ɑ to kɑlɑn hinna jik yɑdɑe ɾhyo's fhɑnin heðin vɑ neel ɾoɑsken so klɑntiɾ̥ skɑɾ̥iɑn to skot lhɑɹɑn to khyet ɑyɑil tesshelt ziɾ̥ sfɑɾ̥en ENGLISH A crucifixion under the sun Upon where fields are scorched A blossom heralding new beginnings Wearing fur, feathers, and antlers Serpents on a sea of storms Coming to claim God's children Angels on fertile pastures In golden fields of grain Unaware of what lurks Beyond cold tides