| 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) |