Sólstafir - Bitch in Black


She said to me there´s nothing I like 
as a young man´s arm bound with spikes 
and songs that echo through the wood. 
Her face was hidden but I knew 
girls like this are very few 
then she drew back her hood. 
I´d seen her ´round so it seems, 
blond non black her colour schemes, 
chains wrapped round her slender waist. 
Beauty like a grove of birches, 
eyes that glare like burning churches, 
she offered me her soul. 
Travelled as a seal across the sea, 
found her there waiting for me, 
we knew that we were as one. 
´neath the midnight sun, northern June, 
heathens baying at the moon, 
this I know will last beyond forever. 

Round he is, seems flat as a board, 
this altar of the werewolf lords, 
wolfbitch howling ´neath the moon, 
score into your flesh my runes. 
Valkyrie whore, bitch in black, 
yearn to see you on your back, 
on all fours ´neath the moon, 
cut into our palms the runes. 

Seen her ´round, so it seems, 
blond non black her colour schemes, 
chains wrapped round her slender waist. 
Beauty like a grove of birches, 
eyes that glare like burning churches, 
she offered me her soul. 
Travelled as a seal across the sea, 
found her there waiting for me, 
we knew that we were as one. 
´neath the midnight sun, northern June, 
heathens baying at the moon, 
this I know will last beyond forever. 

Round he is, seems flat as a board, 
this altar of the werewolf lords, 
wolfbitch howling ´neath the moon, 
cut into our palms the runes. 
Valkyrie whore, bitch in black, 
yearn to see you on your back, 
on all fours ´neath the moon, 
score into your flesh my runes.

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