Hall of the Fallen - Burzum

Hung in the tree of life.

Wounded.

Bleeding.

I fall from the hall of gods!

The bond has been cut.

I cannot stand, nor speak.

I cannot crawl, nor think clearly.

I start over again.

And again.

And again.

The bond has been cut.

The tree has fallen.

The life of a god,

returns.

Again.

There is no death for the honourable.

There is no end for the honourable.

Only eternal rebirth.