MARCH TO MIDGARD
Born to march the unknown miles
A valley of candles carried by
Beings faces distorted to black
The lights tempt me to follow
But it’s too late as I realize
That I can not reach this world
Without being socially impaled
With a bleeding stomach
Filled with stones at every step
So I am still heading
The path of the leprous and the stoned
Balancing along the backbones of earth
Tailwind towards the abyss
My frozen fingers embrace
The ashes of my past
I let it go with my yelling voice
Of my alleged folk
Death to the Norns
Who had promised me to take me home
A home that I’d never seen…
But what does it mean, home
Wading in thoughts
Like through overfilled swamps
Last fireflies jittering
Over the heart water of giants
Deadlocked in a white muted dawn,
At the last root of Yggdrasil
