Firebrand Lyrics

Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
The world is in a smoky haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
Brandishing flame.

"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end
And poison at the centre;
You won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
His plans are like a firebrand,
His plans are like a firebrand."


His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins
And hurls his flame at the West.
The mountains dissolve in fire
And he races through them, screaming:

"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end
And poison at the centre;
You won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
His plans are like a firebrand,
His plans are like a firebrand."

He rides on into the further darkness
Brandishing his flame like a spear
And below him there races his ghost steed
Draping the night in fear

"I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end
And poison at the centre;
You won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
His plans are like a firebrand,
His plans are like a firebrand."

Njal, beware and heed the words
Which emanate from Hildiglum.