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Rustling rivers, stroke the winds dry     
From this leaf, I am born again     
Infinite, Like Yggdrasil     
    
Hart has not yet come     
Dark of Wood     
Nocturnal nymphs sing     
    
Combing the raven`s hair     
As we whisper     
Rites of passage     
to the aesirs     
    
Beyond the sea     
Beyond all seas     
The seven empiress     
Shield the nine worlds     
    
The further inward     
you will go     
The more you     
shall know     

Hart has not yet come     

Dark of Wood     
Nocturnal nymphs sing     
    
Their songs are a map     
Of the After Worlds     
This ship shall descend     
From dust, to soil     
    
When Mother Earth had wept     
She swept Her tears     
Under the snow     
The Atlas of words     
    
Birds of prey     
sharpen their talons     
Echoing cries   
of air   
    
The further inward     
you will go     
The more you     
shall know     

Infinite, like Yggdrasil     
From this leaf, She is born again     
Rustling rivers, stroke the winds dry     
    
    
notes     
    
åsatru, the old scandinavian pagan belief     
yggdrasil, tree of life     
hart, a deer     
aesirs, old gods   
    
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