[dedicated to Quorthon]
Far beyond the quiet
Where the gods no longer reign
The ice once formed the
landscapes
Into mountainsides and stains
Many miles to walk here
Still so many miles to stalk
A place to be
remembered
Still the story is untold
Waiting for the darkness
Lights are soon to disappear
Black clouds in the
horizon
Drift away in the open air
A man stands on the hillside
Watching the blackened sky
Memorizing times from another
age
Now make his soul and spirit glance like fire
See the ravens fly there
Circling in the storm
Hidden from the new
world
Where the spiritless are born
Watching from his mountain
Stands a man who knows his fate
He who brought the
legends
And became a god himself
Far beyond the stillness
Where the gods no longer reign
The ice once formed the
landscapes
Into mountainsides and stains
The wisdom from the Dark age
He brought forward to tell
The lightening in his
spirit
Strong he carried his own fate