A Thousand Stones - The Flight Of Sleipnir

And axes cleave through mortal bones

Wise men follow the black-bird's call

That echo through the ancient halls

Banquets rot in the halls of kings

Empires sink as warriors sing

Scepters clasped in bloody hands

Oceans swallow holy lands

Villages in the distance burn

Black smoke rises out from the earth

And while men speak from altars high

Carrion crows gather in the sky

On mortal ears rest Elders lore

As bodies wash upon the shore

Their lamentations, their final songs

The aftermath of silver tongues