Origin de Mælstrøm

Ambling Paused at the brink of a precipice A moral stride inside Seized up Careless soil and its trammels had little left to contain me Wandering these infinite heights unchained me I survey the distance deep in my mind Arousing madness Horizons redefined the sweep of the sky rather than prospects below To see beyond sight as I’m eager to know I’d never taste of death but once no moral stride inside begun The opening edge on the boundless depth wandering