كلمات Our Ice Age

Moon upon Moon upon Moon, I hung Swinging from that wind-swept Ash Tree And lost sight of my cause A ghost amongst gods And I fell screaming into the Darkness beneath me How many more times must I struggle to my feet And prime a waning strength with a redundant tune? Tie up another noose And beg to be renewed Moon upon final Moon Huddled in the storming Snow Cowering and cold How did I end up all alone? Hel descends upon Her own Callous and manifold Her coming Ice Age in tow An inner Ragnarök takes place But it falters and stagnates Who was I to long for change? So, I withdraw into my ways Eternal Winter, and inner space And into the arms of Our Ice Age