ALBUM REVIEW: Wardruna – Birna
Flokefull veg frå fyrndetid.
Flokefull veg frå fyrndetid.
Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind?
Everything has its boundaries, including your grief.
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders.
Breathe out the stories that ask to be told.
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
Unsteady hand wielding a final arrow.
Mumble quietly as we walk home / ‘I am tired of being alone.
The words I need are on the tip of my tongue, I can see it – make it happen – wait and see.