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In the time before time I was fighting

The desperation, the grief and the pain

The weapon of time I was yielding

So the kin wouldn´t vanish in vain

I held out my hand, befriended the slave

He gave me hospitality and trust

Blind to the ways of the flickering kind

His reward was my treacherous lust

The soldier bid me welcome, I bowed in awe

I told him the ways of my house

He beheld the son of sense and lust

In the morning the awareness aroused

Smugly I entered the realm of the king

As a herald of time and of space

We carved the runes, we drank and sang

To mankind, to gods and their grace

The tree set ablaze at the end of my days

Awaiting my deserved death yell

Long forgotten, no one whispers my name

In the mountains and forests, I´ll dwell