Soothsayer

Soothsayer! Fatemaker!
Divine the alignment of stars and stone...
Wand Bearer! Speak, Freya!
Will she embrace me when I leave home

I will be great
With the gods blessing and
The hand of fates
I'm never going to die

I see bubbles rising in the cold dark water
Under a waning moon where vain men
Forsaken by gods cease to thrash and sink
Into that deep abyssal night forgotten and unsung
As an albatross washes ashore beneath a blood-red sky

Web-weaver! Deceiver!
Your lies are empty, my seeds will be sewn
Oathbreaker! Betrayer!
I'll read your entrails, roll your bones...

I will be great
Without the lies
The hand of fate
Be not afraid to die



Credits
Writer(s): Bards Of Antiquity
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