Not a soul* can by themselves lose their way
there’s no guide directing them towards the south
Evil is stalking, but does not take (you)
A mourning cloak* flies through a stony wood
to the resistance with the liverworts*
Evil is stalking, but does not take (you)
The innocent won’t roll over the precipice
they roll to the very edge, but further they won’t go
Without a guardian our bridge sways like the ageless faith
You don’t tread on it without being afraid, and not after the sun has set
You walk the way as you see, you see how I walk;
you’ll walk away as nothing else is offered here other than
memories, wreaths, and no angels
will walk with us on the bridge that sways
There are steps missing, the railing ends in deceit
A short song offers a head start to eternity
Only the blanket of deep water awaits down below
ready to cover you next to the abyss, to its mercy with its waves
with its waves
Without a guardian our bridge sways like the ageless faith
You don’t tread on it without being afraid, and not after the sun has set
You walk the way as you see, you see how I walk;
you’ll walk away as nothing else is offered here other than
memories, wreaths, and no angels
will walk with us on the bridge that sways