12 January 2008
Meditera...
While wandering the heathen planes of Thule
A wind of the free, began moaning to me
Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn
Ancient, hateful and mighty
So intense the spreader preached
No one be my master,
Nor chains I abide.
Look deep into my eyes,
You'll see the storms are at my side.
To all that is holy,
Oh how I hate thee.
Your god, done nothing,
For someone like me.
Pulserande krafter
Urtidens manande makt
Snärjer sitt töcken
I Illdjarns hedniska pakt
Gandande andar
Samlad i sången
Verk utav trolldom
Lockar i lönndom
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