Pity, All In Vain, ljóð frá 9. febrúar 2025.

Listen, last of them,

linen, but too soft to teach!

Stirp of stiff and cold,

striving for the gold.

Can you draw out, solitairy sin and pride?

So they're going? - Find the everlasting Pam...

Rugged the nether night,

nervy situation, until you can make it, reach.

 

Kór(Viðlag) (Chorus)

Perfect for the pain,

pity, all in vain!

Ways are getting weary,

wars and can't see straight.

Going to the gate,

girls they find it eerie.

Thought they were so perfect, painless, great,

pluck them, so they did.

Going through the grid,

getting of so... rid...

 

If she's going good

greed to finish better line.

Seems like someone's wrong,

sitting on the prong.

Serving but the worthy might be waiting far,

what I like is not the thing that maybe should...

Wondering where you are,

war like that and she's not even... getting slowly mine.

 

End is every point,

as you still must do what's right.

Baggage on the back,

bitter in the shack.

Pointless crap is pouring out and bad is good.

pity how we lose the will and clinging joint.

If I only could...

all the people trying, vainly, did you trust the night?