Walkiesjar

The morning sun is rising
The forest cloaked in gold
And the mist surrounds the mountains
The landscape calm and cold
The hall of bronzen shields up high
In a distance far shining bright
And the horns are sounding from afar
For Walkiesjar
A gentle breeze caresses me
While runes are warily cast
Heralding fate and fortune
My future and my past
On supple wings two ravens fly
To lead us to ultimate truth
And the horns are sounding from afar
For Walkiesjar