From the recording Mythos (EP)

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I've retired to my room
Weary and emasculated
My wife long dead like the land that you see
In posession of sacred things
Childrens stories I am told
Only fools would say such as thing

In better days I would sit by waters edge
Look up at the sky, see a bird
My namesake I was told
I answer to that name no more
Who am I but a crumbling thing?

Once I met a fool, pure of heart
He could have saved me