Only Your Spirit will Return

<br>Wake up<br>And take your brand<br>Long os the path through the forest<br>Wind is spinning the thick mist<br>Sans stars, sans moon<br>Only silence everlasting<br>Wake up<br>Open your frozen eyes<br>Behind the brooding mountains at your home<br>Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras<br>And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras<br>Reflects it self<br>Wake up<br>Your children will go out to meet you half-way<br>Waiting for you<br>They would carry your shield<br>And lead your horse by bridle<br>And your ravishing by mead<br>Would your close friends with gifts<br>Endowded and greet them heartily<br>Wake up<br>Who will carry your brand soaked in blood<br>Who will wash your wounds<br>Who will warm your frozen hands up<br>Your mouth in wry<br>Gasthly grimace enfurled<br>Wake up<br>And even if you are fay, be fierce for death<br>Dont let her to devour your flash<br>Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here<br>Like a murky cloud of fowls<br>Wind is pulling them about<br>lashing them<br>It is time for wind... for wind...