The black sky sheds frozen ash
Memories set in frost
and Under two feet of snow I am losing feeling
An arctic wasteland
A nerve deadened silhouette
It's all just white and black
Trudge on
Trudge through
Chilled heart will soon thaw through
Ancestral calling
This blood melts the winter
and Paints a map back home
Written in runes
To the ocean
For my heart and spirit hold dear
Among the rhythmic waves
The sun's Image portrayed
The beauty is of color
A tear clings to my frost-bitten gaze
Hands clenched, jaw is stone
And my two boots buried in snow
Odin, I'm coming home.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
The black sky sheds frozen ash
Memories set in frost
and Under two feet of snow I am losing feeling
An arctic wasteland
A nerve deadened silhouette
It's all just white and black
Trudge on
Trudge through
Chilled heart will soon thaw through
Ancestral calling
This blood melts the winter
and Paints a map back home
Written in runes
To the ocean
For my heart and spirit hold dear
Among the rhythmic waves
The sun's Image portrayed
The beauty is of color
A tear clings to my frost-bitten gaze
Hands clenched, jaw is stone
And my two boots buried in snow
Odin, I'm coming home.
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