Aarni
The Weird Of Vipunen
Through the land of Tuonela, I make my journey To solve the mysteries of the grave, my heart's violent yearning. The noisome welkin oozes down raining sour bile Like a worm-eaten face full moon shines on bright. Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame. Across a field of mouldy grass I ride post and fast On a reindeer mummified with the witch-drum last. Heading for a citadel built from howling bones, Filling this heaving night with dark insane moans. Interrment is the end of pain, escape from life's nauseous flame. Approaching the castle gate I see its keeper He is the Blind Ape of Fate, ancestor of the Reaper. Hailing from a nearby lake, a monstrous fleshy arrow Aimed at our pallid world to kill us in our barrow. Internet is the end of pain, escape from life's nameless fane
From Letras Mania