Marked by the forces

By the scalding metal burns

Plunged into swamplands unknown

He locks now his chokehold


Deathly pale in forestall seclusion

Cursing the starlight, fearing the day

With Satan willing

This steel shall purge


Trollish waters black

Wooden lungs will rupture

These driving winds

As hear, greyhard


Skull like breathing shadow

Burrowed deep in senses

Tore my flesh asunder

Sharp white light aflame

Forced down these murder depths


By scorn, by might

By the killing hand

By night, by death

Grimness so foul