the mountains rove

i came from the utter fields, carving shame on the tender shields, on my path i wandered high, acknowledged beneath the sky, the hate i carried, recalling why!, i walked towards the rising autumn, and cursed the summer, with the promise of a winter, where my foes will quiver in frost, a circling saga, not forever lost, i came from the utter fields, carving shame on the tender shields, on my path i wandered high, declaring war beneath the sky, the hate i carried, boiling within!, i mounted all the hills my eyes could count, and roved wherever the sun escaped sight, i drifted from the deepest tarn, till i saw my saw my name in aruinic sign, graven so deep in the crystal bark, of a lodge i sojourned years ago, crying war beneath the sky