My addiction to your attraction
Is not fiction - I’ll adore you
Until I die
Your soul - so immortal,
No sorrow
Touches the falling leaves
And crumbling the weakness
So crumbling the weakness
To conquer your soil
And challenge your strength

Let evoke the spirit of the north
I subjugate my sword
Under the cruelness of the storm

The north wakes up - emotional devotions,
Compulsive endearment in darkness arctic talons.
I am chained to the old oak
At the hillside of ash :
Belligerent I bellow the menial of untrustable man
Therefore the sake of inexorable storm
And bonded in chains my loved dear
Lays High upon the vital plinth
I carve for your blood your face
Revealing upsurge inside of stormwinds.

15/Jan/2007, 17:30 Uhr , Gedichte, Nordische Fragmente ,