Ihsahn Departure
Moving away from [...]
Descending backwards
through the sleepless, black.
Watching the fire being lit
[...]
Breathing with empty hands
filled with columns
of winter and night
The stinging sensation remains
of hungry eyes
nurturing the pain
To return away from
[...]
Watching, watching [...]
[...]
Your heart is bearing flame
You keep it above your head
Like a torch gone black
You dig in the dark
She spoke to me
like hope was real
that peace was something I could feel...
