Over lands and causeways,
We sail over black shores;
We remember gold and quicksilver
Our open wounds and sores.
Set fire to the torches,
Do not fear the pause;
The Gulls set naught upon the boats
And so shall end the Cause.
The bows are left sullied,
The swords are naked, bare;
The cloaks and boots have no more wearers,
The steeds have no more mare.
Farewell to Kings and Sorcerers,
Farewell to Knights and Shields;
Farewell to Ladies and Blushing Moons
That rise and fall for thee.