2018.02.11.
Nine Night's Agony
Versions: #2Up and from the paths pale trail.
Up amongst mountains and dense snow.
Here, truly, no man walked before,
but there beautiful pine stood.
Here is quiet as the night is,
O how fair is this domain.
Here I'm sleeping,
may the third speak to me?
Wisdom, sorcery, the sphere of death,
All I can find here.
Wisdom, sorcery, the sphere of death,
Here I come near to Gods.
Through nine nights agony,
I am now tumbling down.
Teach me all about ancient speech,
Drinking from stall of knowledge.
Away the dark mind flies,
when my head is bound for home.
That which lasts no more
Now but onward do I gaze.