There was neither ground nor firmament (precipe gaped)
Crionics
I know I hung on a windy trunk
All nine nights, wounded by thorns
On the trunk being grown out of roots
Of tree unknown to me
All nine nights, wounded by thorns
On the trunk being grown out of roots
Of tree unknown to me
I know I looked down, learned runes
Screaming I collapsed into its shadows
I learned nine mighty spells
Read out of ancient stones
Fed on hate, drunk with blood of dead
I started being produced
And growing up with power
One word for the second found the third for me
One deed for the second was searching
For the third for me
I spread terror and pain, tortures and death
In this strange place of the end my time had come
Tired with ruling the evil I'm freezing
Like a bird braided between branches
[lead: Skotniczny]
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