The Windows In Your Soul, ljóð frá 14. ágúst 2022.

While he's being worthy to the cause,

the windows in your soul might be too closed.

Strong, I can't be staying alone,

stressed the girl so lonely, dosed.

 

My silence follows, since that's gone and all,

scissors of that pain is taking weight.

All I do is give the gold,

good this altruism late.

 

To lose is not the last part or the worst,

my life is almost spent, I give it all.

All my being, only you,

and the gifts, 'cause we must fall.

 

You came to learn that love is always the sin,

you let go now, the worthlessness of soul.

And never more you'll need them here,

the nature's gone, it's just a roll.

 

I tried but knew that trials were made for loss,

each tribunal is for the doubt to leave.

And between lives you betray sense,

just born for pleasure, without grief.

 

So beasty is the beneficial vow,

since buried deep is all what's made of fear,

and trained or not, you take what's yours

or tell yourself that she's your dear.

 

That place is almost holy, Tyr will tell,

they tear it down to memorize the call.

If heart is pure the herd will come,

but heed the wisdom, lest you fall.

 

Most of us will remain static, still,

so stay and see the mistakes, spirit, faith.

In Heaven or in Hell, next time,

but here's the testimony, wraith

 

If my work here is done the last time, life,

then let me free and give them knowledge true.

And Mjöllnir then just may well turn,

we'll move whatever past will do.

 

Nothing lasts, the boat will always burn.

Just better if they take the gifts, the deeds.

I'll teach and come if time will crave,

but turn and see there other needs.