Winter lowers its tired head
lays it in the lap of spring light
two ravens rise in the fog
the old man's gaze goes with them
He has already counted so many winters< br/>the years full of life made him tough
He walked through storms and bitter cold
has seen many a loyal friend go
This is how all the paths of life converge
>After listening to the spheres around me
The day gives the night its strength
crosses the threshold to the next door
Now I wait until the tide guides me
He taught that son to write the runes
forge the blade in fire and ice
He taught him to recognize nature
like his father did long ago
And now he looks to the horizon
Waves carry thoughts far away
Soon he too will move with them
His future moves with the tide
[Refr.:]
He has the edge of the sky
fiery craters and mountains of ice
he has seen the edge of the world
places that no light ever touches

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