Awake - text
No one can read your heart anymore,
Leafless tree of faith reminds me of our woe.
Last time I was a trier and here is my word,
Every eager beaver can seize the sword.
The heart wields my whole flesh,
This is what my Strenght feels – faint slash.
I understand myself, I'm able to cover,
I'm in blooming for these times, forever.
The being is now in one's prime,
Under the derelict beholder, almost mine.
How could I be sated by delight,
When my journey starts right (now).
At night, spawn feed dark demons,
Like a rotten carcass – hard seasons.
No one can rewrite my past anymore,
Do I still feel the slavish toe?
A Tale of Woe
- Beyond The Pale
- I Amar Prestar Aen
- Closing Portrait
- Shades of the Unpleasant ..
- Desperately Shinning Urge
- The Hands of Hidden Evil
- 1. I Amar Prestar Aen
- 2. Desperately Shinning Urge
- 3. Unuhuinë
- 4. Beyond The Pale
- 5. The Hands of Hidden Evil
- 6. Closing Portrait
- 7. Sequel
- 8. Shades of the Unpleasant ..
- 9. Awake
- 10. Trollkarlens Dikt