Wondering around in the field of roses
wind so warm, soft at every touch
sun is beaming and rejuvenating.
There me no shouting and complaining
all there is nothing but silence and pleasure.

But the Vikings and war lords have sited me
now the roses which i once loved has raised up their thorns
piercing me in my soft spot
now am bleeding and the blood hounds are free.

Dont look back just keep on running
then I tripped into a dark abyss.
The sound of being alone...