This soul is amorphous Glowing through nature in strange patterns Desperate follower, I wandered untraceably far from home Lured by its trail – flashes of gold Lured to the mountain & lulled to sleep This was the one day no child should have slept The caravan had come To take those marked at birth for sacrifice in the River of Muninn I was among the marked – the ring of youth – appointed to be drowned at dawn – on the chosen day – but I slept through the conjuring – slept through the drums & horns – I would have been a guardian – Watching the grace of wisdom – blossom through the ages – instead I watched the stones & torches – of the village banish me – Self disintegrated – Passion untarnished – There must be another way – The entity I was chasing – The vicar of my failure – expands upon my grief a notion – glory in the wake of abandonment – the river is still mine to take – the soul is still mine to guard – immortal passion in fast aging skin – my hands were made to hold the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
