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Wyrd Vargtimmen

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

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

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

[Instrumental]

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