Christian beliefs Malignant disease with no redeem A wolf, feasting on the sheep's Black as pitch, cold as ice Traveller of darker paths Vargtimmen
Summer bleeds its last shades of green To the darkened pool of dead emotions Pond of decayed dreams and withered love Why should I carry on, when
How chill is morning, how cold its melody. On a season of withering, when time stands still I listened and the wind spoke to me, I heard the woods
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Still Holding on to a memory (of a dream) Clung to a ghost of the past, I am entangled in a maze (of the self) With no way out ...Alive Tired of
The sun sets below the foam of the ocean And the shore is fast asleep I stood on the mountain and sang When my verses hit the water they were already
In the woods not far from here, stands an age old dead tree On a meadow once green, nothing grows now They used to hang people from this oak, or so
Longing, yearning / wishful, dread Plaintive, mourning / woeful, weary Cruel be the wind that carries this tune, Song Clad in mourning veil. Deaf
The rain pours down with pain, dampening the straws of hay Flowing down my face, mingling with tears Tears of despair and rage, years of emptiness
your Christian beliefs Malignant disease with no redeem A wolf, feasting on the sheep's Black as pitch, cold as ice Traveller of darker paths Vargtimmen
