Did you ever hear about us?
The knights that watched the night
Inhabiters of the land of light
Whose captain arose and was lifted to the highest skies
We have never slept
Our eyes do not blink
Straight-faced shapened by anticipating
Shall Enoch accompany him?
We howl in the wind
Calling out to the lost pack
Sheep's in wolf skin
It is cold out there
We seek warmth
With coarse palms we render a dove's touch
Where we have found ourself is rock hard, it needs gentility
Woe betide us if we but sleep
Wait! Who sleeps on pins?
The storm makes terrifying faces at our ship
What becomes of our eyelids?
They become uncoverable lids awaiting Him who leads
We will not sleep till our captain we see.