The Flood - Wolfheart

How to stand one’s ground

When the flood drowns

Everything around

Conceals and buries under

How to rebuild and re-design

Hot to forge as whole

And re-devide

Broken and torn asunder

How to speak without a sound

Without a voice

Utter the words profound

Into the silence

How to comprehend and to abide

How to re-arrange and re-define

The emptiness inside

Cold winds of the north

Black waters and

The frozen shores

Are waiting for the storm

No trails leading forth

No pathway to the woods

Forsaken and forlorn