raised by the fields, by the highlands The minded mountains of old Where the river starts roaring I roam Where the wind comes moaning I wander alone AD NOCTUM The course
The path was foreseen In a feverish dream and the riddle was shown To the seven year grown Reaching out for the thread he saw It would cut through his
Deify the depths of intimate caprice The noble morsel of the grand eternity Face the furious and black domain From where all the wisdom once came As
Behold the furious river The river that comes with the time Like a burning flood A flood in the shape of every kind From the mountains to the shores
distance of furious dreams Random fields of tension Where the sun comes blinding When the moon goes hiding I have seen the chaos in every course Followed
Through milleniums of winter so waste I have passed eras to following time I have faced the force of the nocturnal course Where the winter comes resounding
In the hour before dawn The Nordic mirror lies black yet calm Reflects my shadow and heaven above The frost force the ocean up Past the shores towards
