The Flight of Sleipnir - Birchfire
Gaze into birchfire, freezing rain
Forlorn vision declared with flame
Descending twilight falls on me
In acrid smoke a girl stands plain
Her armored gates, her walls up high
Her famine sword, a trickster?s scion
Unto her bow down nine worlds
Hel?s abyss, we descend
Letras The Flight of Sleipnir