The slumber ov Mimir's alter ego

Flaming heart parts,

Hail ov blood
Fall upon
The heavens dark.


Tormented voices
Stain my thoughts

Abandoned
My being dwells.


The waters scream
Forgotten names
The spirit's winter

Will freeze it's flames.

Ravaged I somehow slumber

Yet my old gief's awake
Unknowing if this place's
My freedom or my grave.


And i cannot remember
My prison or my grave.


With all it's blessings, life shall fade.


I leave in woe this garden
And i shall never mourn
For memories are empty

And death's shadow is torn