Byrde - Khold

Av ormer og vev sin mat hun lager

På røtter og sten hun sitter og gnager

Alene, ensom

Av mørket kåret

Den tunge byrde

Hun alltid har båret

Merket som barn av mørkets ånd

Kjærtegnet av ondskapens hånd

Ensom, forlatt av alt som var kjært

Minner svunnet, det hun har lært

Tiden har slettet alt det som var

Glemselens glede er alt hun har igjen…

Ensom, forlatt av alle hun kjente

Levende død, alle broer brente

Skjebne med smak av urettferd

Slettet alt det hun var verd

Ensomheten som hun frykter

Menneskers onde rykter

All den glede som en gang var

Revet bort av tiden som tar

Lengter etter mørke og stillhet

Gråter og kaller på noen som vet

Ensomheten har gjort henne nøden

Kommer han aldri?

Hun venter på døden…

Of worms and tissues her food she makes

On roots and stones she sits and gnaws

Alone, lonely

Of the dark chosen

The heavy burden

She has always carried

Marked as a child by the spirit of darkness

Caressed by the hand of evil

Lonely, abandoned by all that was dear

Memories vanished, what she has learned

Time has erased everything that was

The joy of oblivion is all she has left…

Lonely, abandoned by all she knew

Living dead, all bridges burned

Fate with a taste of injustice

Deleted everything she was worth

The loneliness she fears

Human evil rumors

All the joy that once was

Torn away by the time it takes

Longing for darkness and silence

Crying and calling on someone who knows

The loneliness has made her distressed

Will he never come?

She is waiting for death…