Tulus

Tulus Draug Det risler i b?lgene, skriker fra land. Fastspent i remmer p? purpur og vann nektes du smertelig ? leve, knytter du hardt i en neve. Det lyser i ?yne, brenner i regn. Du dynkes i flammer og sjellige tegn. Den holder deg hatefullt under, D

Benighted scene by the darkened lake, In the gloomfull, dispiriting black. Born from a mother not awake, Blood is the solitary track. Knifelike rain in cuttings wind, Lashed against a dying mother's face. The owls sighed, the reaper grinned, Human sc

Above the colourless cold, Through the winds of the shivering night. Stories obscure and untold Carried by ravens in flight. Finding and keeping the truth, Hiding the grief in their hearts. Stories of aged and of youth, Of the child, where the histor