Ihsahn Arrival
Eventually the fire overcame
The smell of cloves, of brooms, and death
Now filled with purposes anew
The night outside was still the same
From the window one could see
The long dark road stretch back for miles
A path of peril, sleepless black
Now breathing slow, alone not free
Within this cloak of shame
There's nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same
Tragedy, white snow and storm
By now would cover any track
Of this escape whence no-one knew
Deprived of cold, the passion warmth
And now all fears were now long dead
The whisper of the night and flight
The door be locked, and better still to keep it shut
The fire burns
Sleepless, fearless, nightmares
Within this cloak of shame
There's nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same
White snow would cover every track
Of this escape whence no-one knew
And all the fears should be long dead
The night outside was still the same
