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Exhausted head, I´m looking up to you.
Was it You, in whose one of your names
My own soul´s blood had flown?
I could feel nothing else
Except a sea of pain
Which dragged my being to the depths.
Why and whence lies in the dark--
Blind my senses had become,
Colored dark red by all the agony.
To end I wanted what happened.
In a rope as rapid helper
The only rescue I saw.
Was it You who burned me?
The pain-- it went as it came.
Exhaustion, emptiness remained.
Was it You who sent me this parcel?
Then why could I not feel you?
What sense had all of this?
O would it had it been you, who had
Tormented me so miserably,
Then I´d find comfort - and find sense,
Because to you I gave myself!
Original: "Fragen", © Kolag Hraban
Asatru
Schweiz -
ARFM - Asatru Ring
Frankfurt & Midgard
© Translation: Michaela Macha