Crooked Red Line - Ihsahn

Stranded at the borders of perception

Onto a blackened heaven, washed ashore

In voluntary exile from deception

A peaceful mind, alas, a heart at war

A solitary voyager upon uncharted land

Left beaten on the rock, nowhere to go

But to face an arctic map and with a cold and bloody hand

Draw a crooked line through ice and snow

Across the callous fields and valleys deep

Through winter storms towards the mountains high

He carved a path and from the summit laughed

Into the unforgiving northern sky

He came here clinging to a wreckage

Only guided by the violence of the sea

But not content to merely stay afloat

He built a ship from memories and debris