Swan - White Lighter

Castle made of shifting sand

Greatest work of my full hands

Swan-diving out of this frame

Stretched out over the ocean of wandering souls

Marching in vain, homeless in their only homeland

Fed by the ravens

Nothing more

Anyone coming with me?

After all the fortune is gained

What is left but losing all these pennies?

The void is the spoil that remains

Nothing left but fear and trembling