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Woe, woe, woe
Death journey!
I awoke in primeval darkness
No light, no sun I saw
Felt an air, cold against my cheek
I rose, towards stars I rose
My ship of tooth and nail
Sails of dead man's hair
Oarsmen from war graves
Moon of death's profession
My last sail across pitch black sea
Now my song echoes my last words
Above storms, across the expanse of the glacier
In morning blush and evening hour
From afar a howling wind sounded, a hiss
And a song from the endless noise of space
Woe, woe, woe
Woe, woe, woe
Death journey!
In the distance I saw a fire
Towards it now the hearse steers
Nail father not well
No sail burst, beyond the light of the stars
Stirred by song from death's choir
From crevices they rise among dark mountains
I saw a forest and a burning hearth
There found me my home
In the world of shadows...
From afar a howling wind sounded, a hiss
And a song from the endless noise of space
Woe, woe, woe
Woe, woe, woe
Death journey!