In The Shadow Of A Mountain

This ancient mountain is tall and black
shadow draws ancient and cold
My men and I have “journeyed forth”
But alas, the trail has grown old

My father set out ere the winter came,
and naught of his travels we learned
And spring has come and gone again
yet never did we see his return

Many men have followed

to learn where father had gone

with prickled necks we venture forth

Into the Shadow of a Mountain!

The journey here has been cruel and fierce
Forward through sun, snow and sleet
Through every season we have come to this place'
to learn of my kinsmens sad fate

deep within this ice-scorned place
a crack that is cold as night
Deep in this craig on mountains-side
my father's body locked in ice

To this place I have come at last
To learn of that evil truth
His life has been taken from me
and with it has gone my youth

Some enemy has sundered his limbs
left his body a husk
Some enemy has torn him piece from piece
they left him to die in the dusk

I cry to the Gods, the all-powerful ones

who surely must witness my pain

I cry to the Gods of the wind and the sea,

"Now, give me my enemy's name!"

Suddenly, revealed to me
Askew-ed from vision, a shrine in the snow
Runes laid in stone tell of ethereal being
"I am Skadhi, and this is my home."

"Skadhi," I cry to the wind!
"Dweller of old Thrymsheim!
Skadhi, queen of the frozen mount!
I beg for my enemy's name!"