He rushed through the mountains,
Little waters followed him and crossed his path in fountains
His breast is aching and the forest is shaking,
The mist builds mighty forms!
He's waiting breathless with staring eyes restless,
To gather all his storms!
The thunder rolls and the sun-blade glows,
To kill his undermining worm!
He looses ground and his eyes half closed,
Seeking for a small wandering star
He's feeling grey and getting light
A shadow player, dancing in it's scar
He will rush through the mountains,
Little waters followed him to cross his path in fountains
Heaven and earth becoming one and he stays isolate
Something is close behind him, that man can't take!