Swedish Badlands

Hainted

Burden Free

Faint is the road into the dark,
the road not taken. 
Lone is the path where He treads
on the serpent's head.

Crushed lay it cold on the gravel,
broken only to shreads.
Spoken of once, now forgotten.

Great is the hand of the Maker;
sacred words from a sacred mind.
Healed is the heel that was broken;
now a hammer in the hand of God.

Come on a white horse, Morningstar!
"Come, Lord Jesus!" Amen.
Raise your sword for the battle. 
Raise your banners for the battle.

Consecration

Princess, Oh Princess
Where are you going to?
Honey, I love you, 
but I gotta head on through

Princess, Oh Princess
I didn't get to say to you:
"Goodbye from a dear old friend",
cause you had to head on through.

Princess,
a dream I got left
when all else went cold:
How you turned this piece of cold stone
into a heart of gold.

Princess, Oh Princess,
you seem to have let it go.
I understand that you had to
but I miss you so.

Cause out here in the shadow,
gone from the light of day,
when all hope is lost
I'm still begging you to stay.

The Alchemist

Into the Barren Lands pt. I

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Rosie

Lonewolf songwriter living on the east coast of Sweden.
The sounds of my life,
and thoughts on life, death, love, and the endless mysteries of being.

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