BEHEMOTH OF
THE NORTH
Far out in the North
An ancient place abandoned by the light
In a nethermost primal sea
The waves roughly whip my thighs
Like the slaves of the South
I’m on my knees
Staring at my hands of stone
Sculpted by the sea, cracked over time
Hanging heavy close to the surface
The shield arm tries to hold the past
The sword hand wants to catch the unknown weight
Of the uncertain
Let me be without those burdens
Being one, stuck on the ocean floor
Entombed in time as the forgotten lands
A desire just to be
A peaceful fraction of myself
A lifeless piece
Thrown away to sink alone
Deeper than the light
Deep into the endless void
But there will be no ray of hope
War cries yelling in the gorges of my head
Echoes of my fierce fighting
I rather wanna die upright
Than to live on my knees
Stand up proud
Even if all should crumble and fall
