Firebrand Songtext / Lyric

Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,

the world is in a smoky haze.

Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,

brandishing flame.



"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end

and poison at the centre;

you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:

his plans are like a firebrand,

his plans are like a firebrand."



His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins

and hurls his flame at the West.

The mountains dissolve in fire

and he races through them, screaming:






"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end

and poison at the centre;

you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:

his plans are like a firebrand,

his plans are like a firebrand."



He rides on into the further darkness

brandishing his flame like a spear

and below him there races his ghost steed

draping the night in fear



"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end

and poison at the centre;

you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:

his plans are like a firebrand,

his plans are like a firebrand."



Njal, beware and heed the words

which emanate from Hildiglum.