To Mount and Rove

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 promise of 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
 Til I saw my name in a runic sign
 Graven so deep in the crystal bark
 Of a lodge I sojourned years ago
 Crying my fate beneath the sky!