I heard your voice in the dark.
Although loud and strong, it whispered to me.
You brought me from the depths of hell and torture,
I rose to the sound of the wind whirling
And of snow whitening the features of my land.
The bitter cold felt so natural,
Compared to the stench of rotting flesh of which I was caged.
My kind eyes searched for those of the warrior who saved me;
I asked of his land.
Of his home.
Of his heart.
Maybe, we are more alike than first thought.
Believing in freedom.
To roam free of this world.
I wandered the forests.
The moon like the Sun, shining through the trees of my land.
My land, taken from me.
With the fire of Gods,
The thunder that Thor's hammer blows.
That is the corruption of my land, that foreign Gods can reign my skies.
I searched with my cool breath,
For the free will of my mind,
My soul.
And to find the love I always had, with my land.
