Legends - The Flight Of Sleipnir

Upon dead trees black birds sing

Like a choir of ghosts with solemn oaths

Their tragic song which echos on

Through pillars of ice, through frozen halls

A ballad destined in time to fade

Like the remnants of heroes slain

Days of blood soaked earth lay waste

To rest forever in shallow graves

In desolate cold, remains men’s flight

Untouched by suns' warming light

Despondent pasts of war and woe

Are hidden now beneath fallen snow

Now what’s left here buried and still

No longer by will

Rest the hearts of men of death these mortal men knew

A consequence brought forth by their own hands

Against each other they fought

Together they died sealed by fate

Their legend is made only to be forgotten by time