Testo Hour of Cessation - The Flight Of Sleipnir

Hour of Cessation

Treachery has befallen our father!
The oath, pledged with sword and mail
Iron will restore his honor
Black clouds emerge from southern skies
Fire gleams from irate eyes
Vehement winds blow tensions high
Upon his flesh we wrest our chains
Ready hands hold steady blades
Captive, cruelty bestowed upon him
For mercy he implored them
He begged for release with empty pleas
Unchanged by his cries, they shall deliver him…
To his demise!
Upon a solemn path he followed
to a clearing on the hill he was led
Eyes closed, likely to never open again