The Flight Of Sleipnir
Eventide
1. Voland
This ring, a token of tragedy and woe
The swan, ascending in ruins left alone
Severe misfortune, burdens weight
Unswayed endeavors, suffer in its wake
Swept away from home
Tend the fires of the forge
Toil in it's glow
Ire rises and the wheels turn
Cruelty, companion
Retribution unearthed
Spill the blood
A legacy laid waste
Gems fashioned with their eyes
Chalice forged from bone
Teeth to a breastpin
These gifts bestowed
The fires of deliverance
Fortress swallowed in flames
Wipe the ash from your eyes
Upon gilded feathers take flight
2. January
Beware of great halls that are built with words
Take care that your brother does not draw his sword first
Deadly is the fate of honor under plight
A bird with a mortal wound cannot take flight
Another nameless army
They gather in straight lines
Can you rise above them?
To the summit we must climb
As you bleed your banners burn
Unfurled beneath the sun
No king holds his court to reason
Fire spreads and spares no one
What is your reward?
Death
3. Thaw
The frost, a catalyst
Icy flow
Beginning
Beast of flesh
Consumes salt
She brings forth
The head of a man
Nourished by milk
Blood becomes earth
From bone: the mountains
From hair: the forests
Of the skull: the aching sky
From his brow: midgard!
Into this cursed realm we are all born
In light and dark
Brightness and misery
From the thaw
4. Bathe the Stone in Blood
Sacred preperation
Kept from the sun
Never: a mortal blade can wound it
Mani turns his back: then hide
Here the stone is bathed in the corpse sea
To signal the keeper of the field of the hosts
Divine Meadows
Find the winds that blew us here
Dwellers of the underworld:
Tread elsewhere
Here the stone is bathed in the corpse sea
To signal the keeper of the field of the hosts
5. Harvest
Bestowed to him a curse, like a crown for him to bear
Under the weight of a spell, thrice will autumn's harvest fail
Long is the winter, desperate hunger
All look for an answer. What must we offer on high?
Chieftains gather in the hall to cipher celestial will
Prosperity's price, paid with life. The burden of sacrifice
Dry is the summer, desperate Hunger
All look for an answer. What must we offer on high?
We have given all that we had
Cattle driven, cut, and bled
Fed the alter with the lives of men
Stone figures marked with red
To renew a land felled by hardship a higher price must be paid
From the throne he was led
Their Knives sharpened and still
One light fades as the other grows bright
They released the king from his life
6. Servitude
Perhaps you are there in service to the golden one
Carve paths through ice and snow when she calls
Hear my song and traverse vast plains
Scale all the mountains
Fork the waterways
Honorable:
None more than you
Guide and oversee
You knew every way
And you could see beyond the veil
Hear my song and traverse vast plains
Scale all the mountains
Fork the waterways
Past grievances brushed away
To be cared for
In service to the lady of the Vanir
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