Lyrics:
Der, Ved evighetens UtkikkspostThe old star dies for us allAn equator of tragedyStick out your fistfuls of hopeAnd out there in the fringesThe caravans are going in loopsOblivious to the old starwhile atlas cringesJuggle your fears in the shadowsof altars to the diminishing beaconNo need to circle those wagons, evenThe fingerless marble play ensuesAnd out there in the fringesThe caravans are going in loopOblivious to the old starWhile atlas cringesPaying for forests you separatedAtoning for hiding the riversMankind diesIn a shroud of introvert mumbling