Lord Wind

Only Your Spirit will Return

Lord Wind


Wake up 
And take your brand 
Long os the path through the forest 
Wind is spinning the thick mist 
Sans stars, sans moon 
Only silence everlasting 
Wake up 
Open your frozen eyes 
Behind the brooding mountains at your home 
Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras 
And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras 
Reflects it self 
Wake up 
Your children will go out to meet you half-way 
Waiting for you 
They would carry your shield 
And lead your horse by bridle 
And your ravishing by mead 
Would your close friends with gifts 
Endowded and greet them heartily 
Wake up 
Who will carry your brand soaked in blood 
Who will wash your wounds 
Who will warm your frozen hands up 
Your mouth in wry 
Gasthly grimace enfurled 
Wake up 
And even if you are fay, be fierce for death 
Dont let her to devour your flash 
Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here 
Like a murky cloud of fowls 
Wind is pulling them about 
lashing them 
It is time for wind... for wind...