Lyrics: Firebrand

Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter, the world is in a smoky haze. Suddenly there appears a rider in the East, brandishing flame. He rides on into the wintry darkness, and brandishes his flame like a spear; below him there races his ghost steed, draping the night in fear. 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!' Njal, beware! Heed the words which emanate from Hildiglum.