Bring to me news of life and death from the cold, western unknown.
Mourning for the loss, to the stars I do digress.
To remove the fear of the unknown, in the land I trust.
Where the treacherous rocks lie in a mocking salute, to the souls they condemn to the hunt.
Heralds of woe are still better than none, for uncertainty pulls my heart low.
we take the herald from Woden, to guide these souls to rest.
- 1. These Isolated Lands
- 2. Fyrgenstréam
- 3. Heófungtid
- 4. Those That Crush the Root..
- 5. Jormungandr
- 6. The Scouring
- 7. The Name of the Wind
- 8. Upon These Stones
- 9. That Which Is Now Forgott..
- 10. Black Moss