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