Fennir Yfir - Ásgeir

Walk along a weary path

The weather holds the aftermath

Inside his sadness hiding

Crying to the cliffs aloud

Careless of the hills, it bowed

The heavy wind keeps blowing

Passing over pathless steps

And pleading on the ground, oh lord!

My soul is in your keeping

Forward through the frost and snow

Following the northern glow

Inside his pain abiding