Grepet om kniven - Khold

Hjertet sl?

r panisk i iskald rytme.

I?

rske en ferd av galskap, forrykte.

Jaget, truet, uten n?

de,

du p?

flukt fra skjebnens fr?

de.

Flykter i villskap mot vasstung myr,

?ynene hvite i t?

keyr.

Glans fra en knivegg i gr?

lys natt,

livet i kroppen banker besatt.

Revet i bakken av iskaldt grep.

Kampen for livet en endelig lek.

Forf?

lgeren gir og tar hva han lover,

du er din skjebne og kampen er over.

Skog har m?

rknet, m?

ne steget.

Grepet om kniven er ditt eget

The heart beats?

r panic in icy rhythm.

IN?

rske a journey of madness, insane.

Chased, threatened, without n?

the,

you p?

escape from the fr of fate?

the.

Fleeing in the wild towards water-heavy bogs,

The eyes are white in t?

keyr.

Gloss from a knife wall in gray?

bright night,

life in the body banks obsessed.

Torn to the ground by icy grip.

The fight for life a final game.

Forf?

the doctor gives and takes what he promises,

you are your destiny and the battle is over.

Forest has m?

rknet, m?

ne rose.

The grip on the knife is your own