To Mount And Rove — Borknagar

I came from the utter fields Carving shame on the tender shields On my path I wandered high Acknowledged beneath the sky The hate I carried, recalling why!

I walked towards the rising Autumn And cursed the Summer with the promise of Winter Where my foes will quiver in frost A circeling saga, not forever lost

I came from the utter fields Carving shame on the tender shields On my path I wandered high Declaring war beneath the sky The hate I carried, boiling within!

I mounted all the hills my eyes could count And roved wherever the sun escaped sight

I drifted from the deepest tarn Til I saw my name in a runic sign Graven so deep in the crystal bark Of a lodge I sojourned years ago

Crying my fate beneath the sky!