Far beyond the quiet 

Where the gods no longer reign 

The ice once formed the landscapes 

Into mountainsides and stains 

Many miles to walk here 

Still so many miles to stalk 

A place to be remembered 

Still the story is untold 



Waiting for the darkness 

Lights are soon to disappear 

Black clouds in the horizon 

Drift away in the open air 

A man stands on the hillside 

Watching the blackened sky 

Memorizing times from another age 

Now make his soul and spirit glance like fire 



See the ravens fly there 

Circling in the storm 

Hidden from the new world 

Where the spiritless are born 

Watching from his mountain 

Stands a man who knows his fate 

He who brought the legends 

And became a god himself 



Far beyond the stillness 

Where the gods no longer reign 

The ice once formed the landscapes 



Into mountainsides and stains 

The wisdom from the Dark age 

He brought forward to tell 

The lenghtening in his spirit 

Strong he carried his own fate 



(Dedicated to Quorthon)