To Mount and Rove

I came from the utter fields

Carving shame on the tender shields

On my path I wandered high

Acknowledged beneath the sky

The hate I carried, recalling why!I walked towards the rising Autumn

And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter

Where my foes will quiver in frost

A circeling saga, not forever lostI came from the utter fields

Carving shame on the tender shields

On my path I wandered high

Declaring war beneath the sky

The hate I carried, boiling within!I mounted all the hills my eyes could count

And roved wherever the sun escaped sightI drifted from the deepest tarn

Til I saw my name in a runic sign

Graven so deep in the crystal bark

Of a lodge I sojourned years agoCrying my fate beneath the sky!