1. |
Vorðr
01:46
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2. |
Lingerer
06:34
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Silently, dreams fade away
The pale weeper drifts through the dust
All those years spent in shadows
Lurking and seeking through cobwebbed halls
In the height of the night
Sheltered in candlelit rooms
No memory of the past, only to seek
What the shadows hide
The hourglass lies in wait
As the dawn turns to eve through the glass
Lingering, through rotten bookshelves
Whilst trodding internally among the stars
The flying reaper speaks
And the weeper lends its ear
"We keep these halls hollow
That our minds may never fill"
In the height of the night
Sheltered in candlelit rooms
No memory of the past, only to seek
What the shadows hide
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3. |
Huntsman's Throne
06:29
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Five fires set ablaze
And the sixth lies dormant
The cultivater raises his arms
And then calls out into the sky
Eight huntsmen gather in awe
And the ninth sits upon the throne
Heads adorned with the skin of wolves
And the watcher calls out the names
Seven horses laid upon cold stone
And the eighth bears a rider
One by one the flesh is scorched
And the crows assemble in flocks
The huntsmen set forth
The man lays down to die
Only a beast is left
Through darkening woodlands
And the deepest marsh
Invigorates the ever-growing seed
From the shivering northern wastes
Far from where the light could touch
Sits the key to the heart of the wild
And the burning wave of strength
Set behind the hunstman's throne
Towering over lesser beings
Out of sight from weaker souls
And awaiting to be grasped
The cultivater sets the rite
Distributing consumables from the fauna
Fungal curiosities
To open the mind
Spirit of the woodland reunites
Reminiscing
Of the past life
The life of maggots and lies
Shedding old skin
from the lesser self
Ascending from far below
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4. |
Pathseeker
07:06
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I walked through the wooden door
Leaving thick black footprints behind
Subtle drops upon my coat
But I was not to stay long
I grabbed provisions
And a stale old map
Slung the rifle around my chest
And set back into the cold
Stumbling over thick roots
As the sky grows black as the void
The howling winds meet the cries of wolves
As the lantern reveals the path
Black creatures of the tundra linger
Their curious eyes shine through the mist
And the shivering grasp of the storm
Bleeds deeper into the flesh
Where have I gone now?
How much further left?
Dazed and anxious I sat by a fence
Set my rifle down by my side
When a figure on horeseback arrived
And he spoke to me
"Old wanderer, stranger to me.
You sit here empty, in stomach and in soul.
Yet many steps lay ahead, to find what it is you seek.
Yet only time will tell, if you have the strength."
I grabbed my rifle
Adjusted my coat
Gazed forward
And walked
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5. |
Fyrir
03:02
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