The Mountains Rove

Borknagar

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 promis of a Winter

Where my foes will quiver in frost

A circeling saga, not forever lost



I 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 sight



I drifted from the deepest tarn

Till I saw my saw my name in aruinic sign

Graven soo deep in the crystal bark

Of a lodge I sojourned years ago



Crying war beneath the sky