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
 The horse master breaches the branches
 Riding as wisdom unfolds
 The rune-wielder lurks in the shadows
 Riding as the giants behold
 The horse master breaches the branches
 Riding as wisdom unfolds
 The 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 duå freiste dei?
 Veit du til bøn dei?
 Veit du til blót dei?
 Veit du å sende dei?
 Veit du å slakte dei?