Acclimation - Borknagar

Symbiosis is my guiding force

Like the wind against the window I adapt my course

One moment a firm wall of traditions

The next an exploding substance of variations

When the weather changes, so do I

To contrast I am a slave

As the oceans alters, so do I

A thousand faces for every wave

Acclimation: in the shape of a human

Adaptation: governed by blood and sun