Void Of Light - Winterfylleth

Him the wolf shall eat

The hoar traverser of the heath

His mother then shall on his death

Bemourn the life without control

One shall hunger destroy

And the cruel drive away

One shall the spear lay prostate

Where war doth crush a soul

One shall void of light

And pass this life

With his hands grope;

With his breath fight

Sick with sinew-wounds

His pain, bewails

In mind afflicted

One shall in the forest, from a high tree

Wingless fall, Hover in air!

One shall void of light

And pass this life

With his hands grope

With his breath fight

To Earth he shall no longer be

The wild tree’s fruit

When he to the root

Shall sink with life exhausted

Of soul bereft

Shall fall on the earth

His soul be on his journey