Wolves in the sky are chasing
Sun and moon.
Winter is cold and cruel;
There is a great deal
Of fear and foreboding
In our stories.
In our lives
Light is dimmer,
Hell is nearer,
Brother slays brother in dark places.
The dark places are growing.
In a once great city I watched a man
Be eaten by shadows.
When fire and hail have scoured the earth,
And the riders of Muspelheim have trod bones and blood,
When the sun and the moon are gone,
And humankind has given out its last collective wail,
Will you be there,
Waiting for me beneath the branches of Yggdrasil?
Will you be there?
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Wolves in the sky are chasing
Sun and moon.
Winter is cold and cruel;
There is a great deal
Of fear and foreboding
In our stories.
In our lives
Light is dimmer,
Hell is nearer,
Brother slays brother in dark places.
The dark places are growing.
In a once great city I watched a man
Be eaten by shadows.
When fire and hail have scoured the earth,
And the riders of Muspelheim have trod bones and blood,
When the sun and the moon are gone,
And humankind has given out its last collective wail,
Will you be there,
Waiting for me beneath the branches of Yggdrasil?
Will you be there?