You are at the root of all Blood-soaked branches from which to hang my soul All seer, I am thy spear Cast me unto thine enemies Take from me mine eyes So that I may see beyond these crooked limbs Bark replace my skin Sprouting roots to a world within The ash tree grows still Though serpent wrapped roots devour us all All knower, I am thy messenger Send me forth on black feathered wings To know the doom of man When all the stars have faded out You will remain All father, I am thy son Let me inherit thy wisdom and pay the price of knowing My flesh is yours to use A weapon upon this Earth to crush the bringers of falsity Elder god show me the way To climb the world tree and escape this mortal fate At the root of the world We find our end We are an illusion that only death can transform Allfather I am thy spear I am thy sword Take from me mine life Bring me the noose to hang myself And be born again in your golden hall I am thy spear I am thy soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
