Dear one-eyed friend, the giant made out of stone

You’ve heard my story a thousand times

And I’ll tell it once more and then I’ll let you sleep again

I will tell it once more and I’ll let you sleep again

I hope there’s someone to carry my lantern, to accept my heritage

The only bit of mercy is the solid ground under my feet

It burns to lay eyes on the ocean, on the mirror of the lost years

It burns to stand under this wind, under the last breath of our world

I’m nothing more than a messenger to deliver and serve

But if there’s no-one to receive I’m just fucking deadweight

I’ll take this dive in search for more comfortable pain

I will take this dive to wash this blood away

Please accept my heritage

It’s on my skin, it’s in my bones

Please carry my lantern and never let it sleep, never let it sleep