An ice is both under and above me, -
Must I beat top or low throughbore?
Of course sweem up, unlose hope of main
And waitin’ vises work & shut the door.

Ice over me please overbreak and crack!
I’m all in sweat as peasant from plough
And as the ships from song I will be back
Rememberin’ all, even verses-rough.

I’m less than half of era - 40 with toll
And I’m alive stored by you and a Lord.
I have for fear law what to sing to
And have for say before a god main word.