LYRICS - In the coldest shadow of the frozen earth, The All-Father wanders, seeking rebirth. Hræfn-wind’s whisper through the lifeless wood, He journeys through the desolate and good. From the high hall to the realms of gloom, He walks the ancient path, through frost and tomb. All-Father, in the raven’s flight, In the land of shadows, in the endless night. All-Father, with heart as cold as stone, In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone. Wyrm-scourged and weary, with his staff in hand, He roams through the ghost-lands of the forsaken land. In the silence of the oak, where the runes are cast, He seeks the secrets buried deep in the past. Through the howling winds of ancient might, He searches for wisdom in the eternal night. All-Father, in the raven’s flight, In the land of shadows, in the endless night. All-Father, with heart as cold as stone, In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone. In the hall of memories, where the old songs dwell, He seeks the hidden lore in the shadowed well. With the frost upon his shoulders and the sorrow in his gaze, He traverses through the darkness, in the eternal maze. All-Father, in the raven’s flight, In the land of shadows, in the endless night. All-Father, with heart as cold as stone, In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone. When the final twilight comes and the old tales fade, The All-Father’s spirit lingers, in the cold and darkened shade. In the echoes of the runes, where the ancient tales are spun, He remains the eternal wanderer, till the end is done.
LYRICS -
In the coldest shadow of the frozen earth,
The All-Father wanders, seeking rebirth.
Hræfn-wind’s whisper through the lifeless wood,
He journeys through the desolate and good.
From the high hall to the realms of gloom,
He walks the ancient path, through frost and tomb.
All-Father, in the raven’s flight,
In the land of shadows, in the endless night.
All-Father, with heart as cold as stone,
In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone.
Wyrm-scourged and weary, with his staff in hand,
He roams through the ghost-lands of the forsaken land.
In the silence of the oak, where the runes are cast,
He seeks the secrets buried deep in the past.
Through the howling winds of ancient might,
He searches for wisdom in the eternal night.
All-Father, in the raven’s flight,
In the land of shadows, in the endless night.
All-Father, with heart as cold as stone,
In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone.
In the hall of memories, where the old songs dwell,
He seeks the hidden lore in the shadowed well.
With the frost upon his shoulders and the sorrow in his gaze,
He traverses through the darkness, in the eternal maze.
All-Father, in the raven’s flight,
In the land of shadows, in the endless night.
All-Father, with heart as cold as stone,
In the wasteland of the lost, forever alone.
When the final twilight comes and the old tales fade,
The All-Father’s spirit lingers, in the cold and darkened shade.
In the echoes of the runes, where the ancient tales are spun,
He remains the eternal wanderer, till the end is done.