A tainted soul a restless mind, aged with beauty and scars. Still alive with strength in heart, he didn't say the words, didn't do the deeds. He lived as the runes fortold, last of a kind, with fire in mind.
The earth will lead us and time shall teach us To find a way to abandon christ
Say! can you hear me, through those dark clouds far away Lost and confused he stands there screaming at the sky, yearning for a sign, from vengeance gods in the hall up high But no signs revealed if it's time to kill, but it will...
Left on his own he wander through the woods inhaled some strength from this ancient foest poured some blood on stone carved runes, and hailed the fallen never questioning his father's last words
as black birds fly, and storms raged by. His mind and I shared a moment in a forgotten time, and side by side we joined the heathen domination......A world ago.