The Carrier of Wounds - Ved Buens Ende

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