Sword from an Unknown Hand - text
Were you forged by the Smith, of sturdy metal, and terrible blood oaths were you made...
Were you held by the Farmer, to ward the home and hearth, the land and soil...
Were you held by the Widow, husband lost in battle, she clutched thee in her empty bed...
Were you held by the Son, kin lost to march of hoofs, dreaming of revenge in later days when strong and steely
Were you held by the Warrior, to die an honourable death, to fly with the valkyries to the Golden Hall...
Were you held by the King, the axis of the people, guided by ancient blood, a fine and true ruler...
What wyrd shall pass upon you now, as you are now held by me, in my nameless sepulcher of stone
Beyond the North Winds
- King of the World
- Beyond the North Winds
- Pale Autumnal Moon
- Under the Mountain
- Sword from an Unknown Han..
- Etched in Stone
- Among the Ruins
- The Way - (The Path Less ..
- Far Away