Wold - Nervosa lyrics

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