Our Urn - Mörk Gryning

The wheel is spinning on

And the spinners don’t know where the thread is going

A world to bleed and burn, to make it our urn…

And the children cried and begged for help

The children cried and no one bothered

But the children grew, and when they grew up

They raped and killed their own mother

The wheel is grinding the earth (Replacing soil with blood)

Who dares to challenge the curse?