The winds are turning
The skies get darker
The forest culls
And the cities bleed
I plowed the soil
And I sowed ghosts
I am allfather
I am the harvest
In the dead of night
Below the darkest skies
I fixed myself
With fallen stars
Feast while my body breaks
Feed on virtues and sin
Devils and Saints
Its all the same
So feast
It's all for the take
I wear the darkness
My thrusted armor
I fed the earth with blood and sweat
No rest for the wicked
No glory for heroes
As jealacy feeds the mouths of the weak
Its hard but its real
Im down here but I'm free