Flight Of Thought And Memory

The mourning self, center of all
The conqueror, weeping upon the throne
Seeing all, yet blind to the realm of dreams
Ruling all, yet deaf to the roars from within
A god of war assembling an army
A god of order, trembling in fear

Horse master breaches the branches
Riding as wisdom unfolds
Rune-wielder lurks in the shadows
Riding as the giants behold
Horse master breaches the branches
Riding as wisdom unfolds
Rune-wielder lurks in the shadows
Riding as the giants behold

A warrior's farewell to armors and spears
A shaman hangs from the gallows pole
Seeing all, close to the edge of reason
Ruling all, on wings above chasms of madness
An eye for the power and glory
An eye for the pain and despair

By the roots far below
The Old One spoke
At the core of the earth
One shall seek


Eyes will be blinded
And truths will emerge
A flight for the thought
A flight for the memory

"Du runer finn teikna og tydde stavar
Mykje store stavar, mykje sterke stavar
Som fimbul-tul farga og høge makter maksla
Og Ragna-ropt skar"

'Veit du å riste dei? Veit du å råde dei?
Veit du å farge dei? Veit du å freiste dei?
Veit du til bøn dei? Veit du til blot deit?
Veit du å sende dei? Veit du å slakte dei?'