Ageless Northern Spirit
Sigurd “Satyr” Wongraven
The winds
Sing their song
And I listen
They always sing
For those who listen
The lonely dark
Morning haze
Mountains who speak
Of time before time
Scattered snow
Hold the fort!
Winter - wake me
Fire - burn me
Fearless with horns
Ageless northern spirit
Faint cries from ocean birds
Rays of light down the valley
Tore me out of my rhythm
Listen...
Winter - wake me
Fire - burn me
Fearless with horns
Ageless northern spirit
Introspective and grateful
Winter - wake me
Fire - burn me
Fearless with horns
Ageless northern spirit
To the front!
Stand up!
With heart
Tuned in
Ageless northern spirit