The whisper,
the call,
The song,
The rumbeling,
The cracks,
The crying
The fall,
The rise,...
Seeking the wolf's fang, and claws,
Elder gods will take you down,
First child, destined to reach the stars,
Far away from the Odin's eyes.
Call of the wild, call of the wolfs.
The ravens eyes, the blind touch ishelded by moon sight.
In virgins arms, fallen warrior, raising his sight,
Symbols are burning,
Revealing the fire of his soul,
Leaving his body slowly die.
The blue light, the red drops,
The music will never stop playing,
Nevermore is lost, all calls are in the past,
Forever rembered, forever written,
Inside of us.
Valhalla called us back,
Our father, son of Odin, left the mark of the storm.
Stars are calling, stars are dancing
Reveal his name,
The witches are whispering,
New destiny awaits
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PoetryV dnešní době je člověk uzavřený ve vlastním světě aby utekl realitě, a poslední dobou je člověk uzavřený i v jiných sférách než jen v realitě... My všichni patříme otrokům jak nahoře tak i dole. We all belongs to the slaves, like to upon us, at the...
