Tread high peaks
Hidden gold
Insult draws sword
Blood drips from cord
Foul, thirst quenched
O' crimson sate
Then roasted heart
Flesh to partake
Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured
Whispers to wind
A breath
A cut
A wound
Drank of his blood
Ate of his heart
There he sits
With corpse defiled
Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured
| 1 | Gullveig |
| 2 | Headwinds |
| 3 | Let Us Drink till We Die |
| 4 | Upon This Path We Tread |
| 5 | Beacon in Black Horizon |
| 6 | The Casting |
| 7 | The Serpent Ring |
| 8 | The Seer in White |
| 9 | Of Words and Ravens |
| 10 | Four Winters |