We Made Our way Over Gjallarbrú

Approaching the great bridge of fate
Looking back no longer, time has past
Memories but a stone tossed into the glass lake
These inner voices tearing sanity from the sane
And as we walk, we try to forget, as we remember
The violent subjugation is gone, only pain is left
And as we await the end my pace does not slow
Nearer and nearer we are, to the light, to true existence
Into the depths of this stagnate existence