Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skyes of fall
North, Northwest the stones of Faroe.

Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence
calling on frozen rotes
For all my days remaining
But would North be true?
Why should I, Why should I cry for you?

Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling
For all my days remaining
What would be true?
Why should I Why should I cry for you
What would me want me to?
What would it mean to say
" I've loved you in my fashioned way?"
What would be true

Sometimes I see your face
Stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you
Why should I , Why sholud I cry
Why should I cry for you...