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Unbound I scream, I long to be

I dream to see an unsailed sea

In an endless soul I see the me

And strain the chains I must be free

What do you think these walls keep

This prison of cold society

Crammed in crooks a drity breed

Far fallen seed from the ancient tree

Give me vistas vast and wide

Give me cloudless rifts of sky

Give me stars in purple night

Which I stab into with fires light

I walk this earth my oldest kin

I feel its roughness on my skin

I taste the wilds of its air

Ever long, I'll haunt this lair

Keep your heaven gleaming gold

Go to your god and leave me home

For me when life has spun its round

Rest me in my barrow mound

Red runes you'll raise on old grey stone

Carved deeply in the earthen bone

Then sing for me a heathen song

Carry it loud on voices strong

Sing it proudly, long and deep

And I will hear it in my sleep