Breathe Fire to the Sun - Brymir

Gone is the light

Dead is the sun

On these wasted plateaus

Where only wolves now run

The temples that men built

Are now naught but places of guilt

Gushing forth destruction and filth

Themselves covered in cleanest silk

Now the snow is black

The sun, painted black

Yet I travel with a torch in my hand

Wandering the length and the breadth of this land

The sun is sleeping behind the clouds

Its fire stolen by the hounds

We unleashed upon him

We were the Prometheus of our time

Unknowing the depth of our crime

The sun is sleepijng behind the clouds

Its fire stolen by the hounds

We were the Prometheus of our time

Left wondering the depth our crime

A sword on my shoulder

An axe on the other

A torch in my fist

The fire in my heart

Gone is the light

Dead is the sun

Yet I travel with a torch in my hand

Climbing the highest mountains

Wander the length and breadth of this land

To carry fire to our fountains