Warning
In visions I have seen the forest bathed in fire
The smoke rises to block the sky until all light is gone
I feel it in my heart, like an ever tightening wire
And every night I pray that I am wrong
Soft like a lovers touch, the seeds we reap are sowed
The scythe swing low to cut crops not grown strong
Brother kills brother as we walk this killing road
And every night I pray that I am wrong
I am no prophet, but I have grieved for Odin's son
And I have tread the road to Hel and carved it into song
I foresaw the Final Winter and it has begun
Still every night I pray that I am wrong
Fimbul winter fast approaches
Waves of fire cross the land
This is the future I have seen
Not one penned by poets hand
Will you join us, make a stand
Though ye know the final score
Waves of fire cross the land
So you are warned- would you know more?
Take warning –would you know more?
Take warning…
