Deep beneath the forest

An old shrew is in slumber

Holding the twines of life in

Her shivering oppressed hands



Branded by the elapsed eras

Sallow and gasping sitting

In a cave in which

The final breath is slowly hushed



An old saying tells us

Treat as you want to be treated

Seems to be forgotten

And replaced by scorn



Like a sword stroke

Deep in her heart

Our mother is dying

Forlorn and weak



The yarns are cut

Fenris free

I see what you can’t see

Mother earth has died

Brought down by her sons



And our course is straight

Straight into the abyss of eternity

The last battle of Midgard

And our destiny is to die



The last hope is gone

Evaporated to dust

The reason for her call

Is the aftermath of us all