As through a glass darkly you seek yourself But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil A basket of eggs, may you count your days Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands But when you awake, you're in another land In fields of green rolling on endlessly You find a fallen nest where there is no tree Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root Dare you carve a face in that virtue food? I can tell what you're thinking, I see it everyday I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way Sure you want to go walking on a night like this? Look, there goes another one now One day I swear they will not miss As through a glass darkly you seek yourself But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil A basket of eggs may you count your days Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain
