I came from the utter fields
carving shame on the tender shields
on my path i wandered high
acknowledged beneath the sky
the hate i carried, recalling why!
I walked towards the rising autumn
and cursed the summer
with the promis of a winter
where my foes will quiver in frost
a circeling saga, not forever lost
I came from the utter fields
carving shame on the tender shields
on my path i wandered high
declaring war beneath the sky
the hate i carried, boiling within!
I mounted all the hills my eyes could count
and roved wherever the sun escaped sight
I drifted from the deepest tarn
till i saw my saw my name in aruinic sign
graven soo deep in the crystal bark
of a lodge i sojourned years ago
Crying war beneath the sky