Lugburz
by Summoning

I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

That I shall ever see



I sit beside the fire and think

Of people long ago

And people who will see a world

that I shall never know



I sit beside the fire and think

Of older times that were before

I listen for returning feet

And voices at my door



On high above the mists I came

A distant flame before the sun

A wonder ere the waking dawn

Where grey the nordlands waters run

In elder days and years of yore