Acclimation

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 contrasts I am a slave

As the ocean alters, so do I

A thousand faces for every wave

Acclimation in the shape of a human

Adaptation governed by blood and sun