[Verse 1]
Der, Ved evighetens Utkikkspost
The old star dies for us all
An equator of tragedy
Stick out your fistfuls of hope

[Chorus]
And out there in the fringes
The caravans are going in loops
Oblivious to the old star
While Atlas cringes

[Verse 2]
Juggle your fears in the shadows
Of altars to the diminishing beacon
No need to circle those wagons even
The fingerless marble play ensues

[Chorus]
And out there in the fringes
The caravans are going in loop
Oblivious to the old star
While Atlas cringes

[Verse 3]
Paying for forests you separated
Atoning for hiding the rivers
Mankind dies
In a shroud of introvert mumbling
Mankind dies
Dies