Those Who Shall Perish

from Landscape of Discord by Noctem Aeternus

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The march of the last swords can be heard in the distance.
The path that brought us alive from moments will miss us.
High birds fly
That the Norns like to hear,
They wait for the honorable fall.

Next to us,
The Goddess who gave us the day
Takes formidable the stirrups.
We do not fear fire,
The ruin of our thoughts.
The loss of our body.

Squeeze my body
Knowing that,
When the moon drinks in the heavens
From Ymir,
The horror will fall under your shoulders.

And you will remember my eyes,
The only ones who can
Free you from the axe
That will bend your soul
That came with the winter.

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from Landscape of Discord, released December 1, 2019

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