The fate of Norns await us all There is no way to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hell's gate I feel a chill in my heart Like lingering winter cold I and my son are torn apart He was just 6 winters old My first-born was he

Will you let me romanticize, The beauty in our London Skies, You know the sunlight always shines, Behind the clouds of London Skies. Paint a picture, Clear cut and pale on a cold winters day, Shapes and cool light wander the streets like an army of