lunes, 7 de octubre de 2013

Howl of Hróðvitnir



Such a cold winter day
while the afternoon fades away
I try to find you, the silent prey.

Say my name just once
and I'll reach to you in a glance
and we shall fight this lovely dance.

I'm deligthed with your scream
your open eyes, like in my dream
your blood in my lips, as I esteem.

Shall I chase your lovely bones
'till my life and yours are gone
and the masquerade's undone.

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