Letra de There Was Neither Ground Nor Firmament (Precipe Gaped)

I know I hung on a windy trunk All nine nights, wounded by thorns On the trunk being grown out of roots Of tree unknown to me I know I looked down, learned runes Screaming I collapsed into its shadows I learned nine mighty spells Read out of ancient stones Fed on hate, drunk with blood of dead I started being produced And growing up with power One word for the second found the third for me One deed for the second was searching For the third for me I spread terror and pain, tortures and death In this strange place of the end my time had come Tired with ruling the evil I'm freezing Like a bird braided between branches [lead: Skotniczny]