Solstafir Bitch In Black
She said to me there´s nothing I like
as a young man´s arm bound with spikes
and songs that echo through the wood.
Her face was hidden but I knew
girls like this are very few
then she drew back her hood.
I´d seen her ´round so it seems,
blond non black her colour schemes,
chains wrapped round her slender waist.
Beauty like a grove of birches,
eyes that glare like burning churches,
she offered me her soul.
Travelled as a seal across the sea,
found her there waiting for me,
we knew that we were as one.
´neath the midnight sun, northern June,
heathens baying at the moon,
this I know will last beyond forever.
Round she is, seems flat as a board,
this altar of the werewolf lords,
wolfbitch howling ´neath the moon,
score into your flesh my runes.
Valkyrie whore, bitch in black,
yearn to see you on your back,
on all fours ´neath the moon,
cut into our palms the runes.
Seen her ´round, so it seems,
blond non black her colour schemes,
chains wrapped round her slender waist.
Beauty like a grove of birches,
eyes that glare like burning churches,
she offered me her soul.
Travelled as a seal across the sea,
found her there waiting for me,
we knew that we were as one.
´neath the midnight sun, northern June,
heathens baying at the moon,
this I know will last beyond forever.
Round she is, seems flat as a board,
this altar of the werewolf lords,
wolfbitch howling ´neath the moon,
cut into our palms the runes.
Valkyrie whore, bitch in black,
yearn to see you on your back,
on all fours ´neath the moon,
score into your flesh my runes.
