Anrad we have stripped the birch
to supplant with branch of steel
cold sun spurge the spark extinguished
score another notch on haft and shield
we drunkship of cobblers on a sea of rain
our marsh of diseases our magic a blade
iconotroph the blade harness the pain
burn down quert and sail gort in the rain
anrad we cast down the gentle thorn
for scarred gods’ seasoned bark
bonfire burn the stars extinguished
we ogham piss the land our mark
a disorder of sparks
our will firebrand red
our fire is survival
all magic is dead
iconotroph the blade harness the pain
burn down quert and sail gort in the rain
iconotroph the blade harness the pain
burn down quert and sail gort in the rain