Songtext von Old Star

Der, Ved evighetens Utkikkspost The old star dies for us all An equator of tragedy Stick out your fistfuls of hope And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loops Oblivious to the old star While atlas cringes Juggle your fears in the shadows Of altars to the diminishing beacon No need to circle those wagons, even The fingerless marble play ensues And out there in the fringes The caravans are going in loop Oblivious to the old star While atlas cringes Paying for forests you separated Atoning for hiding the rivers Mankind dies In a shroud of introvert mumbling