I’m hated by the world because I won’t sell my soul.
I’m frowned on by society cuz I’m not very old.
My teachers all look down on me, but I do what I’m told.
Because I am a metalhead, I’m always treated cold.

So what if I’m opinionated?
I’m sure that you are too.
There’s things we won’t agree on,
that much I know is true.
But why are you so ******* me?
Cuz I’m not the same as you?
That’s why I have true happiness,
I am not fazed by you.

(Might add to this later.)

Deep in your heart,
lies a great work of art,
between the twisted images,
do not be torn apart.
Forever in the light,
shadows draw no fear,
enemies cross no line,
they cannot draw near;
So listen to my words,
all that’s left to hear:
the petals fly away,
yet the stem remains.
So feel no pain,
go find all the pieces,
all that remains,
the hurt releases.

He was the cloud who held me aloft,
floating through the sky,
carefree, loving, and gentle.
He stopped time;
the good times lasted;
while the clouds were white.
But clouds change.
Now, he is a black,
menacing thunder cloud,
who pierced the sky
with a deafening roar and
a blinding flash of golden light.
It struck me from my timeless perch!
He remains a deadly thunder cloud;
but clouds change.

To think that I have failed you once again.
It pains me to the core to see you down.
And I’m the reason why you are in pain...
I wish I could destroy what makes you frown.
We’ve held out through the problems these years past.
But once I thought our love had gone to waste.
Though now we’ve come to see our love held fast,
My love for you could never be replaced.
I know that we will always have some times...
When our problems will be too much to bear,
But even if I can’t see through the grime,
I know that you’ll always be there to care.
So even when our lives have passed us by,
I know I’ve always loved you ‘til I died.

Mín trega rapul við vegur av vatnast,
og blóðig gráta niðast báði og mín føvningur.
Mín glæstri oygdur svíkja mín ektaður grunur,
for Í føla so dimmi, álvuligur.
Innan Í skjóla.
Og innan har, Í fella burt, sum um Í hava tær doyggja,
og fella, um enn sum a dreygur fella.

Tú bjarga meg frá sjálvur.
Innan mín dimmi dagur, tú kom for meg.
Mín lethe. Mín ást. Mín vindrongur.
Takkar.

~Translation~

My pain falls by way of tears of water from my eyes,
and ****** tears down both of my arms.
My shining eyes betray my true thoughts,
for I feel so dark, not very happy.
Inside I hide.
And in there, I swooned away, as if I had been dying,
and fell away, even as a dead body falls.

You save me from myself.
In my darkest days, you came for me.
My lethe. My love. My friend.
Thank you.


(Inspired by Turid Torkilsdottir by Tyr and also one small part taken from "Dante's Inferno" The Epic Poem.)

Í tykja til hava hvørva mín harvið.
Samalt, Í hygga mín spegling.
Her speiliga!
Dára mín doyggja mannasál,
mín mannasál um stendur á egg av sorl.
Skulu tú bjarga meg?

~Translation~

I seem to have lost my way.
Alone, I see my reflection.
It mocks me!
Captivating my dying soul,
my soul that stands on edge of breaking.
Will you save me?

A shooting star,
falls from the skies,
through the mist,
clear to the eyes,
make a wish,
as it plummets to the ground,
smoke,
surrounding it,
floats all around,
hear the sound,
of it hitting the barren earth,
make a wish,
for all that it's worth.