Ved Buens Ende - The Carrier of Wounds

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I slumber throught my years
Like the desert moves with the wind
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year
Has met it’s end
A wanderer I am indeed…
The son of the moon…
And I will carry mountains soon
A burden I was for those who woke the sun
I threw their masks away, lit my torches
And burned their eyes…
Forgiven I never was
But I will carry mountains soon
A burden, is it not?
Kneeling I chose my faith
While they lit the sun, and flew naked and blind
Over my desert fields