Goar Fredriksen

Shooting stars are
already evaporate,
So, there's no eye to see
how fathomless
...

Wall of dying aeons eternally
force a grief while thickening
blackness elapses to poison
the spurious lights, it smothers
...

At the dusk I descent
into the drained shroud,
years ago I'm fade,
and no single remembrance
...

Ride the nordic wind,
through the bloodstained
snow of fallen solar kings,
dissolve into the mind
...

Onward to the flames,
In affiliation with
Tiphareth which is
letting glares reflected
...

Blood is shedding
from the incised barrows
and fill fields with
vermillion sorrow,
...

That skinless one
Spell behind prison of the echos,
hanging upon carnal precipice,
Why can't those countless be?
...

This penance has been yielded by the mortal gods
who rid themselves, and behold this darkest
hour that my virulent passion
and made me falling asleep,
...

Northern storms weep through
the mist and blow dormant away...
freezing onslaught from east mourn
upon my countless dreams,
...