When night falls she cloaks the world. in impenetrable darkness.. A chill rises from the soil. and contaminates the air suddenly.... life has new meaning..
La pilen vandre fra gud til gud,. i hele den hvide verden.. La pilen sendes fra hus til hus,. til hele vr saslekt.. . Til hvert eneste barn av gudett..
En sirnir tku lk Baldrs ok fluttu til svar. Hringhorni ht skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu goin fram setja ok gera. ar blfr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. var sent.
Hear my Sword. ...in the Making. Of my Spell. Literally. Damkuna, Iftraga. Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast. The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast.
Seidmannen klatrer opp i tre. finner der jords gamle smerte,. kutter den ned i hstens fred,. med saks skjrer ut dets hjerte.. . Eikens lv mot bakken faller,.
I wonder how winter will be. with a spring that I shall never see. I wonder how night will be. with a day that I shall never see. I wonder how life will be.
En sirnir tku lk Baldrs ok fluttu til svar. Hringhorni ht skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu goin fram setja ok gera. ar blfr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. var sent.
En Edirnir tokulu lik Baldrs ok Flutti til saever. Hringhorni het skip. Baldrs. Hann var allra skipa mestr. Hann vildu godin fram setja ok gera par. a balfgr Baldrs. En skipit gekk hvergi fram. Pa var sent i Jgtunheima eptir.
Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the dark. winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve. days of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of.
(September '91). The Fire in the Sky is Extinguished. Blue Waters no Longer Cry. The Dancing of Trees Has Stopped. The Stream of Freshness from Cold Winds.
All that I see can conceive. Your wanton indifference derides. Decisions weren't hard to deceive. How we fooled ourselves when it died. . Searching for a new place to hide.
Please stay awake. Our defining moment struck. The power faithless struck. . While we were contemplating visions. Visions ran us by. Immortal yet decayed.
Prey for the blood red sun. Prey on the life itself. . Prey for the blood red sun. Prey on the life itself.
Feigned, the image of a world unfolds. Deluded but divine. It sees us mocking gifted grace. A stolen self will not succumb. . See your face in the mirror.
Cold eyes of fire talk to me. Stillborn desire in the air I breathe. In our wanton spirits I read. Closure, nauseating rites. A face and heart I heed.
Eyes are bleeding. Scolding heat. Succumbing to the wish-. Not to feel anything at all. . Rolling waves of nausea. Seeping through. My mind. Darkest abyss of conscience.
[Wound:]. Inching closer. Corrupting my ambition,. Saw your wretched incarnation. . [Scorn:]. Growing colder. Retire my frustration,. Turning fire into stone.
Let the light be less annoying. Don't expose me like this. I won't lose my way again. As long as it's dark enough to see. . Welcome blindness, transparency.