Deep in the heart of Norgelangt on the road from human cattle
Thoughts wander back to the time the frost claimed me
In the westerly wind & autumn rain
When Nordbo entered Sølvborg rose
Gray nights voiced
Behind the gate of the midnight hour
In ring act & symmetry
Sewn to my soul
Sun like the crackling's eye
Fire on my mind
Eclipsed of fir trees
As from dead soil silence has risen By an old, calm lake
A place not visited much
I only see the face of the moon
Scarred, like my own< br/>

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