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The world around is my favorite late night snack to chase

You can never kill my vibe
No
I got the light inside
So maybe I'm just a little

Wyrd
Maybe I'm

in web long ago
What does she know
Woven in the web
In a distant past
Web of the Wyrd
All things must pass
The seer says it is unclear
That my time may

Eldritch Ouph
The eerie Elf
Eldritch Ouph
Wyrd

Wyrd Eldritch
Wyrd Wyrd Eldritch
Wyrd Eldritch
Wyrd

Wing-ged ears, raven eyes
Slender and oblique
Violet

Until spring returns 
Until we return
And we will return

Wyrd
Bid
Ful
Aread
Wyrd
Bid
Ful
Aread

Build
Rebuild
From timber to the pommel 
Link upon link

in her face
Wyrd syster

Elemental creature
Pained to be
Mother to the preacher
They don't see
Lay them all to waste
Just a blister
Oh how it all must

Ne mæġ wēriġ mōd wiþstandan
Wyrd biþ ful āræd

Swā Wyrd ġewearþ

Stearcra þonne ǣniġ mannes rǣd,
Wyrd gǣþ ā swā hēo sċēal

Swā Wyrd ġewearþ

Ne

in her face
Wyrd Syster

Elemental creature
Pained to be
Mother to the preacher
They don't see
Lay them all to waste
Just a blister
Oh how it all must

Wyrd ċierfþ þæt sōþ in bān mīn,
þæt weorþende sōþ in mīnum līfe

Ic ālǣte mīne hӯde 
swā þæt wyrd wearþ
Ic ālǣte

Ic hweorfe
tīdlēas, rȳmetlēas
Ic

Wyrd byþ mīn wǣpen brōðor

Wyrd oft nereth anfǣġne eorl, þonne his ellen dēah
Swā fylle ic mīne heortan mid mōde ond mīnne gāst mid āre

Wyrd byþ mīn

Wyrd pullaþ mē
Ic wiðstande

Æt wega ġelætan spricþ twēona mid mīnre stefne

Wyrd pullaþ mē

Æt wega ġelætan ætbirst angnes fram mīnre brēoste

Wyrd

Today we honor our divine right and destiny
Hey!
Wyrd
Correct spelling
W-Y-R-D
Means destiny
Meaning, one who is wyrd
Is in control of their fate

Wyrd...Wyrd...Wyrd...

brūcan
ðīn Wyrd webb wyrcan

Ðone weftan fēlan
Ðæt wearp hȳran
Ðone weftan birgan
Ðæt Wyrd Webb sceāwian

Ġemanst ðū hū tō brūcanne ðæs crancstæfes?
Tō wyrcanne Wyrd Web

Ic eom ðæt wearp
Ðū eart sē wefta
Ic eom sēo Wyrd
Ðū eart sē Webba

come, to the meek and bold
Hither, hither, come, and wyrd remold
Hither, hither, come, to the meek and bold
Hither, hither, come, march and thunder fall

The Disenchanted Forest

Skyclad

Folkemon

2001

at least
I'd tried to play some part in history;
A momentary trembling
on the threads of Wyrd's web."

"Are there more so brave and honest;
Who would

burial traditions, and their miserable epic poetry

Longe sceolde
Wyrd bið ful aræd!
Swa cwæð eardstapa
Earfeþa gemyndig
Wraþra wælsleahta
Winemæga hryre

Lovecraft the day
Bend it to Wyrd ways
Life wends, a masquerade
Where nothing is forever
Save the grave
And our desire burning

Look about us

Now the sun rises on streets steeped in blood
I stagger her corpse to the lake
The feared Water Wyrds creature up from the mud
To take us to depths far

field
(Ill-drawn, discover)
But picking the flower
(No end, or answer for conferred)
Grown from seeds of home
(Lone ways to the coffin )

Beside wyrd
Lays

thought, I seek to undermine
With every creak of ankle
With every creak of knee and spine
To give again what's lost but once was mine

Oh, dark wyrd, whose

shakes the rafters in the Hall of the Dead

Sweet battle-sweat, red as your dreams
The din of steel, drowns out the screams
The Sisters Wyrd sit at their

Disco drums inside your melon
Wyrd = stick, brick
We gotta tell em
Breeze like Soulja
These eyes open
Ilities?
Response is header
HyperConscious

hearts with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
Another era will have to pass over
But nothing is linear in the circle of time
The wyrd repeat himself