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 | Let Us Drink till We Die |
3 | Upon This Path We Tread |
4 | Of Words and Ravens |
5 | Fenrisulfr |
6 | Headwinds |
7 | No Man Will Spare Another |
8 | The Serpent Ring |
9 | Four Winters |
10 | The Seer in White |