Under the dog star sail
 Over the reefs of moonshine
 Under the skies of fall
 North, north west, the stones of Farve

 Under the Arctic fire
 Over the seas of silence
 Hauling on frozen ropes
 For all my days remaining
 But would north be [bad word] 

 All colours bleed to red
 Asleep on the ocean's bed
 Drifting on empty seas
 For all my days remaining

 But would north be [bad word] 
 Why should I?
 Why should I cry for you?
 Dark angels follow me
 Over a godless sea
 Mountains of endless falling,
 For all my days remaining,

 What would be [bad word] 

 Sometimes I see your face,
 The stars seem to lose their place
 Why must I think of you?
 Why must I?
 Why should I?
 Why should I cry for you?
 Why would you want me to?
 And what would it mean to say,
 That, I loved you in my fashion?

 What would be [bad word] 
 Why should I?
 Why should I cry for you?