Kromlek - Harvest


As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel 
And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see 
And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell 
But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they taught me 

I don't belong to where I come from 
With veins like roots reaching no water 

I judge myself for being victim 
I curse them for what they have taught me 
I blame the gods for not intervening 
I curse myself for judging the gods 

I'm not bound to the hammer 
I don't need a shepherd 
What I need is spittle 
From the serpent 

As long as I've pulled my plough upon frozen soil 
I was tormented by feelings of senselessness 
But now the the ravens' rise - this is my harvest!!! 
I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth! 

May my muscles be ashes 
To become one with the soil 
May my excusing body 
Fertilize the future grounds

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