Texty: Apostisy. Famine Of A Thousand Frozen Years. Snava Skogsstig.

Today I could be Able
Today I could be Cane
Today I could shelter love,
Or leave it to display
Yesterday's less fortunate
Lived a life in vein

Conviction holds the hope of
Everything now

In between the sweetness
Taht keeps us dry
Lies the heartache of witnessing
A love that died
Countless interventions with the
Lord that kept me sane

I work on my relationship
Close to you
Standing by my promises
Living through you
All that I have found,
I owe to you
And for your grievance
I give myself to you