Archaic Rites - The Flight Of Sleipnir

She danced around fire

In an old cloistered grove

The forest her temple

The trees pierce the night sky

Black spires against silver light

The gods, they all love her

They bestowed upon her the dawn

Birds circle above her

The wolf heeds to her call

Awaken in her embrace

Arms outstretched to the heavens

She sings of days of yore

She gives praise in the twilight

Upon an altar of stone

Reverence for olden lore

Lost, out path lies buried in dust

Blindly we fall into the wilderness

A new era, unchained from the past

Blindly we succumb to oblivion

Where do we go from here?

We no longer hear her song

No longer does the wolf heed her call

The gods lay silent in the dawn