the mountains rove

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 promise of a winter

where my foes will quiver in frost

a circling 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 so deep in the crystal bark

of a lodge i sojourned years ago

crying war beneath the sky