Four there were swords, four there were men

All were them clad in one (shadow)

Four pints of blood, four hands together

Four shadows were melt in one



Four there were horses, four there were horsemen

to ride under the mark of the Northstar

One there was spirit, eight there were eyes

to behold the sky of flames



Four there were paths, four directions

for all of them one to take

None were there tears, none were there words

But one was not to return



Four thousand moons are to be burned

Four thousand moons are to be killed

Rain it shall freeze, freeze and fall

until their paths shall cross again



Under the moon my life slipped out of me

Beneath the stones I lie my eyes opened

Forever they shall stare the northern beauty

Forever they shall behold the sky of flames



Four will there be swords

Four will there be men

Four pints of blood will be bled again

As I join them again

As our bonds are made unbreakable

Together we will ride forever



..to behold the sky of flames