Rising high she stands to see the white light
Die in the absence of fear,
A shadow killed by the sun sings silently
In the night as she sleeps.
Alone and petrified she rests in a dome
Of dead dreamers,
A fatal embrace acquits her spirit
With tears of defeat and everlasting wonder.
Among the dead voices she sings the
Viking’s symphony,
A sight of sheer disbelief reigns in her
Murky mind of the endless labyrinth.
The silent voices of the lone breathe fear
And lifelessness to the beings sacrificed
In vain.
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