A cry for fire A fury, quelled by ice Eternal bearers of time And mortally bound This union in rime Shall form worlds arcane A sentence, baneful and cold Slain by sons pure in heart Tides of blood Form the seas The great corpse fell The earth was born What once was flesh Now turn to mountains of stone The forests deep, of mighty locks Archaic knowledge was strewn To veil as white cloud and mist A final crown aglow with the flame of stars Realms upon their blood Mortal Realms upon their blood Mortal and great Great orbs of muspels flame glare To sunder the paths of night and day The ways fend the land Pursued athwart By darkness and cold Four empty eyes peer And long for the night Forever more The passage to eventide fades Their journey beyond shall presage The end The whispers of frost and flame Shall echo for ages In time, with changing winds The great ash will fade Upon the land The light and shadows both converge To sway the hidden will The windswept dreams of men Cloaked with boughs of time Shall one day be forgotten no more A world ruled by flame Flame A world ruled by frost Frost A world turns to endure Realms upon their blood Mortal Realms upon their blood Mortal and great Tim Wicklund drums, percussion Fritz Petersen guitars, bass, vocals, synths, recorder
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