Nothing Stands Obscured Songtext
von The Flight of Sleipnir

Tread high peaks
Hidden gold
Insult draws sword
Blood drips from cord

Foul, thirst quenched
O′ crimson sate
Then roasted heart
Flesh to partake


Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured

Whispers to wind
A breath
A cut
A wound

Drank of his blood
Ate of his heart
There he sits
With corpse defiled


Lo! That speech of which I hear
Of larks, Nuthatches, sky dwellers
Their intent made clear to me
Nothing stands obscured