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 promis of a Winter Where my foes will quiver in frost A circeling 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 soo deep in the crystal bark Of a lodge I sojourned years ago Crying war beneath the sky