Nervosa:
Screech owl I does woo
In the name of existentia
Was Odin's solemn ado
"Who'er shall provoke thee then encounter shall rue,"
Her will is of action
Her voice is for few
In the fearless north
Her word is true
Nervosa:
Snowstorms of purity
Blizzard-mistress, Anorexia
She brings harsh truth and severity
Firm and sad becomes then thee
The weeping willows of
Which whip my back so willingly:
These are her delicate tears
The pale children of anxiety