Fueled by the foulness from my poisoned wound – slowly turning to the dark side of the fjord. No return to the daylight. My future is set – sharp axes await.
I deal death with an axe and a torch. I see souls as they wander in the bleakness. Behind great trees – and in the deep seas. The past, now, and in the future.
The task you gave me when we met still haunts me. The burning oak – sap is dripping, branches creaking and dying.
This is the last you will ever hear from me. A silent letter – written in ash on a tomb stone.
The wandering souls await my presence. Smoke my ashes and let me be present.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
