I hope I managed to write a good piece of work, and well, I don't think it's nothing too great, but surely a good read. But as you can see, I finally decided to come back to the realm of light, and write something joyful once more.
If you're about the read this, then be sure to hear this song. It's part of a great legacy that the brave warrior, Quorthon left for us to study. Now he resides in the golden halls of Valhalla. Rest in peace, fallen brother. I've gained more inspiration from his songs than I could ever admit, and he was a true god. And even if he's gone, I still believe that he's flying somewhere, high up in the sky, in form of a black raven. And there he flies, watching upon this world and it's people.
Symphony of the Spring
Go now, my friend, and look out of the windows of your silent room
the sun is shining through the clouds, the spirits are dancing around your house
Go now, my friend, and dance with them, and together we'll all sing
a song about the glory and beauty of this spring
And together we'll all stand there and watch..
how the heart of this world is about to age once more..
and we know that it's going to withstand all of the months and years to come
And as the thick ice breaks, it frees all of the oceans and seas
from the chains of coldness, and even all of the birds will sing once more..
and we know that our days will be joyful and full of hope..
but we also know.. that the spring cannot stay with us forevermore..
As long as the strong winds blow from the great northern seas
and as long as there's no room for worries and grief
Speak the words of power, and call forth the spirits of four winds
and let them to decide what shall be the fate of this spring
Do you remember the times of old, when the days were dark and cold
she came from the depths of woods, and spoke the words of truth
She showed us a new path, and we accepted her as the one and the last.
'I shall never stray from this path. I'll carry on with my life, I'll fulfill the nature's task.'
'One hand will catch all of the leaves as they drop from the branches of trees. And the other hand will prevent the tree from falling, when it's roots are far too old and weak.'
'Night is soon at the door, but remember that the spring is here, there's no need to be afraid, no need to fear. In the end, there will be nothing to regret, nothing to say. If the light decides to leave your eyes, I'll bring your spirit back to life, and I'll give you shelter, when it begins to rain. The light of stars and moon will be your guide, when your journey is without hope and without the light of day.'
Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen