Thief of the adour

Sun speaks:

Rape me, my dare-devil blood and don't be afraid to give an old comrade

the rapacity itself as the recent companion on a new way.

But stay away from these most torrent shores and be afraid to fall with your long ago

overflowed comrade into a furious depth of the sea to a recent companion on a new way.

Ocean speaks:

My - lost sun - drowning man - exhaust!

A war mob speaks:

To deprive you means to rob me - oh, how foolish! To keep distance stands for an end:

For the breach between the oldest companion and a new way.

So stay away - my mind for an end - my naive senility.

I will surrender now for the poor sea to destroy the oldest companion and to create a new way.

Way will create above all - way will create for me

Way will create above all - way will create for itself...

Ocean speaks:

Oh, my weary wanderer, my exhausted sun shape - lay down in this deep bed; sleep!

And ocean continues:

I would shade mine from this remote and yet new thing but my only defence must be your death.

So I must carry down whatever has been gnawed through

to help an old companion for a new thing.

Ocean speaks again:

So my - lost son - drowning man - exhaust!

A gust of wind screams:

Shades came and the sun tried to escape from these huge crowds.

But hope was the most foolish and last weakness of a dead companion and a dead way.

A war mob speaks:

I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the deceased sun!

I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the drowned sun!