Nosgoth

Temptation

Nosgoth


Colourful youth crowns the wooden king 
Songs of joy the birds do sing 
What lurks behind the fruit of bloom? 
Is it endless life or day of doom? 

Shaken by invisible hands they fall 
which given life before now crawl 
Scattered on the ground they lay 
patiently kings defenders fade away 

Fate revealed what once concealed 
Considered to be a mighty shield 
Bony hands which grab light tight 
Scary in the mist they look at night 

Roots deep down beneath forever last 
From above the seeds like clouds of dust 
Follows principle of nature's riddle 
But just a little - just a little 

What seems to be the field of battle 
Chaotic like the snake that rattles 
What could be the funeral chapel? 
Is it an apple - just an apple?