Sun speaks: Rape me, my dare-devil blood and don't be afraid to give an old comrade the rapacity itself as the recent companion on a new way. But stay away from these most torrent shores and be afraid to fall with your long ago overflowed comrade into a furious depth of the sea to a recent companion on a new way.
Ocean speaks: My - lost sun - drowning man - exhaust!
A war mob speaks: To deprive you means to rob me - oh, how foolish! To keep distance stands for an end: For the breach between the oldest companion and a new way. So stay away - my mind for an end - my naive senility. I will surrender now for the poor sea to destroy the oldest companion and to create a new way.
Way will create above all - way will create for me Way will create above all - way will create for itself...
Ocean speaks: Oh, my weary wanderer, my exhausted sun shape - lay down in this deep bed; sleep! And ocean continues: I would shade mine from this remote and yet new thing but my only defence must be your death. So I must carry down whatever has been gnawed through to help an old companion for a new thing. Ocean speaks again: So my - lost son - drowning man - exhaust!
A gust of wind screams: Shades came and the sun tried to escape from these huge crowds. But hope was the most foolish and last weakness of a dead companion and a dead way.
A war mob speaks: I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the deceased sun! I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the drowned sun!