Grains - Borknagar

The grains of my solid roots

Go deep into the youth of existence

They mirror the path of my forefathers

Through the winter way alone

To mount and rove- to evolve

As the sun, the very one

Enlightened the road I found

Along the grains of ages

The roots of my being

Projects all that you are seeing…

(Oystein G. Brun, March 2005)