Nimrod Glacier

As if I was sleeping, as if it was in waking
Fire winged Phoenix appeared to me
It made a screaming cry
And stow in flame remains of wood
My island is burning
Along with it myself is burning
In sheet anchor
I decided to talk to him
While the Sun and the Moon were swapping over
Hawking at each other
Sometimes their games were covered over with rains
All at once appeared from nowhere
When history I carried through
Steely glance I nestle in the sunset
I was seized and carried to the heaven
(From hunger and terrify)
Blacking out the remains of confession
I saw the skyline of whilom dear lands
I smiled with melancholy
For last time
For last time I swept the firmament
I was saved
Was I really saved?