Warning

In visions I have seen the forest bathed in fire

The smoke rises to block the sky until all light is gone

I feel it in my heart, like an ever tightening wire

And every night I pray that I am wrong

Soft like a lovers touch, the seeds we reap are sowed

The scythe swing low to cut crops not grown strong

Brother kills brother as we walk this killing road

And every night I pray that I am wrong

I am no prophet, but I have grieved for Odin's son

And I have tread the road to Hel and carved it into song

I foresaw the Final Winter and it has begun

Still every night I pray that I am wrong

Fimbul winter fast approaches

Waves of fire cross the land

This is the future I have seen

Not one penned by poets hand

Will you join us, make a stand

Though ye know the final score

Waves of fire cross the land

So you are warned- would you know more?

Take warning –would you know more?

Take warning…