Fever pt. II

[Ulfheðin]

Backwards I lay, Attempting sound to wither
So far away, nor silence comes hither
Obsolete in the mass, passed time in this march
Nostalgia is my only possession

You take me away
To places unseen
Can not recall
nor loose touch...

For you still live, in me

Once great, still subordinate
You realized, you once feared
A rope should help, fast and polite
O I wasn't the only one who cried
A way ahead, raised from dusk
At sometimes even I comprehend your trust
Yet most of all, it angers slightly
It made me weep for times