Nirvanna is what I seek; the Paradise thought lost, the Great Hall


Let me dig, let me cram

crawling through flickering passages

Hollowed tombs rich with an era

Tongue tied tumbling over guttural grunts

Struggling to voice a burning heart

Across years of traditions and heritage

To seek the knowledge that is felt


A gluttonous greed harbos in my heart

Let me fill it with blood, tongue, earth and legacy

Let me feel complete, veins filled

with adrenaline thrumbing a steady tempo

Teach me thoughts and crafts; a wargame and our name

The the spirit of our ancestors that guid the light on my path

so that my footsteps echo

a time


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