The Isolationist - Wormwood

Hidden from the teeth of man

Life is but a struggle

Against the grain and snow

Towards darkness and crows

Ancient pillars crumble

Ruins of HerjárdalR

The taiga our fortress

These mountains will be our doom

Yet here they live

Within cold frozen misery

Words they cry of longing

To a home that they have never seen

Frozen wheat and melted ice

The hunger and strife are terminal

Her plea was in vain

This is where she’ll die

This is where she’ll die alone

The horns are sounding

Time has come to reap

Flea-infested grave

The slow rot has begun

Dearest forlorn Sueonia

Follow me through Gjöll

My beloved friend

I will never leave these icebound grounds

I will never leave…