Texty: Borknagar. Origin. Acclimation.

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]