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Born to march the unknown miles

A valley of candles carried by

Beings faces distorted to black

The lights tempt me to follow

But it’s too late as I realize

That I can not reach this world

Without being socially impaled

With a bleeding stomach

Filled with stones at every step

So I am still heading

The path of the leprous and the stoned

Balancing along the backbones of earth

Tailwind towards the abyss

My frozen fingers embrace

The ashes of my past

I let it go with my yelling voice

Of my alleged folk

Death to the Norns

Who had promised me to take me home

A home that I'd never seen …

But what does it mean, home

Wading in thoughts

Like through overfilled swamps

Last fireflies jittering

Over the heart water of giants

Deadlocked in a white muted dawn,

At the last root of Yggdrasil