Cnd in times
Of sure demise
No one can start to imagine
Tall demands
Short insight
How can we even imagine

Start the fire
Kindling of ice
How cold my feet are this morning
Build a ship
Hefty with stone
Travel the world in its glory

Carrying wind
c feather to stone
cll for the king
cll logic is gone

cll for the King
cll for his pride
Bow to his feet
Give him your wife

Kiss the many rings
Fit upon his hand
Forests and fields
Give him your land