From the beginning the lunar voices howled to me. Pushing bricks between my sanity. Eclipsing light that aimed to lead astray. Flashing lights, the call ov the horn, have drawn me forward into the abysmal array of trees. Why have they disturbed me and what is thy plan? Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters For Surtr burns unquenchable flames and withholds the screaming dozens Progeny ov my innermost blackness. Is all as it appears? Or does my mind contort yet again? In time waves of essence must bring forth clarity. For this misshapen line betwixt the aether and cast illusion has impaired and brought me to my baying death. Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters For Surtr burns unquenchable flames and withholds screaming dozens Tribes chant from the trees, promising to reveal the ones reaching for me since my birth. Since my birth The archaic whispers have seeped back into me, cutting through my suffocating darkness. "The hand behind the druids; a familiar hand cold and cruel" Could this be? A realm born ov my spirit? A slave to death, a slave to love, a slave to perception. A slave forestalled the horrors behind the calls, for I cannot overcome suffering if I refuse to look it's summoning direction. Through this darkness you will find him, in your sword still beats a heart I hear the chants wafted through miles of wood and grass. I have walked through acres of carrion and weeping VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The Winter Sun never sets for it never rose A calm has yet to return, Tormented as I beg for peace upon a shrine ov ethereal essence I offer my blood to whomever may erase the foreboding realms that seep into my reality. VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The Winter Sun never sets for it never rose A calm has yet to return, Tormented as I beg for peace upon a shrine ov ethereal essence I offer my blood to whomever may erase the foreboding realms that seep into my reality. VALRAVN Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters The aether burnt asunder I am the illustrator ov these realms Misbegotten, thy forsaken, lead me beside ever still waters I am the overseer, and the self-defeated.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
