Bran walked alone to ease his mind, To reflect on life and love. Sweet music he heard come from behind, And from the sky above. So sweet was the tune
had my courage measured By the great heroic death Behind a grisly image A grim and ghastly wrath A striking portrait hidden In a cruel and ancient vision
behind, Heading to the sky, I look down at what remained Of rich and mighty land. As they took away our gods, Blaming all their names, Burying ancient
Alpha Wing, polished swords, spears and poll-axes reflecting the glow from the myriad torches and braziers which still burned about the Imperial Host. And behind
By an ancient god he holds captive in chains Blinded, wingless and tortured the slave is awaiting The coming of a man, the final spell Time has come!
the ancient power and pass from thy gate Open forth the gates of life given power Bring forth a child to me Hearken in impurity From the gate ancient
Death of Balder] Autumn came to an end And the first snow began to fall Balder's face was clouded The dreams of warning had called His mother sought oaths From
and sins of a thousand men [Prodigal Sunn] This is the final chapter of devestation, fatal steps of termination Set up states, deminishin emcee's behind the ancient
to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask. [Chorus:] So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core. With swords
and proud. Shadows appear from behind the torchlight, slowly arise from the deepest fog. The pestering storms, the raging battles forward from the north. An ancient