"Why do you seek the sun in your bubble crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist. Your crown will have an ending."
"Nay, sun is but a bubble, earth is a whiff of foam-to my caves on the coast of Thule each night i call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels and loves blow forth to men-they break and turn to nothing and i make them whole again. On the crested waves of chaos i ride them back reborn: New stars i bring at evening for those that burst at morn; my soul is the wind of Thule and evening is the sign-The sun is but a bubble, a fragile child of mine."
"Nay, sun is but a bubble, earth is a whiff of foam-to my caves on the coast of Thule each night i call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels and loves blow forth to men-they break and turn to nothing and i make them whole again. On the crested waves of chaos i ride them back reborn: New stars i bring at evening for those that burst at morn; my soul is the wind of Thule and evening is the sign-The sun is but a bubble, a fragile child of mine."