The Eye Of Odin

Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
 The fields down there and the ravine below
 Where the elements feast in reckless desire
 A raven is seated
 Where the sun cannot reach,
 Only teriffic storms prevail
 In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
 My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
 The countless rythem, the rattling stones
 My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
 Tender are the havens
 Which remain on the open plains
 The shadow crawls
 Upon the resort of the remnaints
 Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
 The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
 And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder
 Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand
 Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
 Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
 The fields down there and the ravine below
 He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair