Proem - Jurojin

And beneath the morning stars converge

The tired light of torches march

Waiting for the ships to roll back in

Through the weary

Waiting veil of hope

With steel resolve

They slowly creep ashore

And into beds that once were cold

They rout the chill with burrowed claws

To rend their yearning

And once the sun clears the frozen fog

Soft they slumber (so softly they slumber)

Backs turned to the dawn