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NATTVINDENS GRAT
CHAOS WITHOUT THEORY |
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Sorrow's Shroud
Autumnal frost my long-missed friend, the snow kisses gentle and cold
I'll watch here alone as the centuries pass, frozen to mock at your world
I'm raising my colours against the sky, this sacred boreal space
Console me when it's me alone out here, the sky watches me bid farewell
I wear my sorrow like a shroud against my skin, sheltered from the hollow man
Cast into the world like unborn, aeons old, know more than you will ever dream
The sanctity of these forgotten lands, the forests majestic and tall
Solitude eternal, I'll know more than you, you won't begin to understand
I'm raising my voice, heed my brothers to call, this border out final stand
Tears frozen down yet the anger still borns, we'll live covered here forevermore
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