Departure - Ihsahn

Moving away from night.

Descending backwards

Through the sleepless black

Washing the fire inglare

The small (…) in the distance

Breathing with emptiness

Filled with columns of winter and night

The stinging sensation remains

Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

The stinging sensation remains

Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

It burned!

The return (…)

Watching, watching, the (…) man

Through soot-smeared glass, (…) descent

Your heart is barrenflame

You keep it above your head

Like a torch gone black

You dig in the dark

You dig in the dark

She spoke to me like hope was real

That peace was something I could feel