Borknagar - Acclimation [text]

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 ^{Vintersorg, December 2004}