Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoky haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing flame.
He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear;
below him there races his ghost steed,
draping the night in fear.
His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins
and hurls his flame at the West.. .
the mountains dissolve in fire
and he races through them, screaming:
'I ride an icy stallion,
fire at each end and poison at the centre -
you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
his plans are like a firebrand,
his plans are like a firebrand!'
Njal, beware!
Heed the words which emanate from Hildiglum.
1 | Pilgrims |
2 | Refugees |
3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
4 | Lost |
5 | House With No Door |
6 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
7 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
8 | Afterwards |
9 | The Undercover Man |
10 | Wondering |