Bodies are swaying
between the great woods’ trees
and white feathers blowing
towards the seas
The days have been drawn out
but not much longer now
What made me a sinner?
Who made me this home?
I can hear my voice speaking
but my evil spirit wants no fun
and my legs are broken
but I’ve been running somehow
Peacefully I rest my case
what a waste and like I should
And my skin is covered,
covered in blood
KARI HARNESHAUG 