Silur Wie - Khold

Senket over ord i evig tid,

glemt, forjettet, sultet, d?

d for liv.

Neglene smuldret, ?ynene sm?,

lutrygget, langh?

ret, knoklet og gr?.

Krummet over tunge b?

ker, forne ord,

leter etter kraft i trolldom, m?

rke spor.

H?

ret hvitnet, h?

nden skjelven,

forbanner verden fast med pennen.

Blikket evig vendt mot tette skrifter,

gulnet visdom under st?

v og rifter.

Blekket er kobber i lampeskj?

ret,

diktert er dommedags tunge l?

re

Immersed in words forever,

forgotten, forgotten, hungry, d?

d for life.

The nails crumbled,? The eyes sm ?,

lutrygget, langh?

right, bony and gray ?.

Curved over heavy b?

ker, ancient words,

looking for power in sorcery, m?

rich tracks.

H?

quite whitewashed, h?

after the quake,

curses the world firmly with the pen.

The gaze forever turned to dense writings,

yellowed wisdom under st?

v and rips.

The ink is copper in lampshades?

right,

dictated is doomsday heavy l?

re