Come Away - Nidingr

Come away

Out chariot is drawn by doves

Of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot

And the reins therefore are the heart-strings of men

Come away

Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon

And every place on which we rest there shall be

A young universe rejoicing in it’s strength

And we shall flee away

Comforted

Come away

The price of the journey is little

Though it’s bane be death

And you shall die to all

That you fear

And hope

And hate

And love

And thing

And are