Sitting on the floor
Raised from the dead
Of past lives
And delusion
By a god I'm getting to know
For the first time again
Reading tarot and casting runes
To understand my future
By looking back on my pasts
I'll plant myself in the nine realms
Let fate paint me with white mud
And count every ninth night
When All-Father's ring
Shows me that tonight
Hundreds of years after people
Hundreds of years after pagans
Wrote stories to my soul
That they were never talking to me
But to my past
Where my future
Lies beneath
The mighty measuring tree
I'd like to know more
And what?