The Flight Of Sleipnir V. 1. Headwinds Struggle against the winds To tether the sails of this craft A journey for you to begin The elders show you the path My journey takes me Far and wide I’ll show you my struggles against the tide Distant and far I will always roam My thoughts return to hearth and home I am carried to distant lands I tread on foreign sands In the company of my brothers in arms I find my way by the northern stars I will come back home 2. Sidereal Course Chariot gleams in golden sun Elude the world with two horses drawn Sky ablaze with daughter’s fire With her fortune brings a new light Upon cosmic tides, endlessly she rides Celestial fire burns bright Eclipsing the canopy of night Beyond shines infinite spark Illuminating from the eternal dark The wolf always gaining, the wolf biding his time For we will witness the earth in ruins The day the sun no longer shines 3. The Casting The casting takes place Secret of steel entwined when read Life fading in like flames of solstice suns For when it is ready Reveal that to me Enter into ancestral recall Delve into oceans deep in the past …perhaps then it could possibly be Fair when held against the measure of a child Who for the first time is learning their craft 4. Nothing Stands Obscured Tread high peaks Hidden gold Insult draws sword Blood drips from cord Foul, thirst quenched O’ crimson sate Then roasted heart Flesh to partake Lo! That speech of which I hear Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers Their intent made clear to me Nothing stands obscured Whispers to wind A breath A cut A wound Drank of his blood Ate of his heart There he sits With corpse defiled Lo! That speech of which I hear Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers Their intent made clear to me Nothing stands obscured 5. Gullveig Vigorous desires By the way of gold Witches plight to unfold Rapacious nature Shameless greed All deplore her vanity They smote the witch With their lances fierce They cast her to the fire They looked on in disbelief As she arose up from the pyre From the embers renewed With a mastery of spells Thrice burnt and thrice reborn This witch you cannot burn When the embers fade Mothers caught in her gaze Winds of the end times swell Begin the pilgrimage to Hel. 6. Archaic Rites She danced around fire In an old cloistered grove The forest her temple The trees pierce the night sky Black spires against silver light The gods, they all love her They bestowed upon her the dawn Birds circle above her The wolf heeds to her call Awaken in her embrace Arms outstretched to the heavens She sings of days of yore She gives praise in the twilight Upon an altar of stone Reverence for olden lore Lost, out path lies buried in dust Blindly we fall into the wilderness A new era, unchained from the past Blindly we succumb to oblivion Where do we go from here? We no longer hear her song No longer does the wolf heed her call The gods lay silent in the dawn 7. Beacon In Black Horizon Emerge from the evening mist Congregation with torches lit A solemn path to stone filled shores A ship awaits for the voyage home Corpse in ceremonial form With sword and shield adorned Kinsmen silent in mourning The ravens call resounding From midst the tinder Spark births rising flame The horn sounds In the distance Its resonance Beckons the fire Orange glow reflecting endlessly Upon the tides of an abysmal sea Shimmering light The end of an era Drifting from this realm In all its splendor A beacon in black horizon Return to the halls of your fathers Drink to your glorious deeds Sing songs of battle and honor Reunite with the olden kings The now distant fire has ceased What remains is claimed by the sea They lift their heads to the rising sun The last shadow of night has gone From the forest echoes the distant cries Lo! Lament for out chieftain died A stone ship for our once great king May it guide his way to the halls on high Though his body will wither away His legend and glory will never fade David Csicsely — Drums, Vocals, Guitars Clayton Cushman — Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Keyboards