Message in the Amber

Your heart is eternal

Like a bee in amber

The distant words in your gaze

Drops of blood in honey-stream

The memories of these days and times

When moments became eternity

Fallen

No drums echo on waves

Sunken

Long-lost the kingly message

Fallen

Fallen is the herald

Sunken

Is the oaken ship

The death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

Floating scraps

That search their form

Shards sinking to the bottom

Wealth and knowledge buried by mud

The magic blade covered by sand

Fallen

No drums echo on waves

Sunken

Long-lost the kingly message

Fallen

Fallen is the herald

Sunken

Is the oaken ship

The death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

If, by a chance, a mussel

Or a playful odder

Would take one shard ashore

Maybe someone, sometime

Should find the amber

And lift it to the sun

Your heart is eternal

Like a bee in amber

The memories of these days and times

When moments became eternity

The death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The death-rimed peat and mould

Eat away the castles and flags

The marsh swallows up the treasures

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The bridge falls to the ground

Eat away the castles and flags

The trestle crumble, roads overgrow

Thus dawns the Age of Moss

The marsh swallows up the treasures

The death-rimed peat and mould

The bridge falls to the ground