Gla** Hammer - Crowbone lyrics
Flung out from the fjord cliff Fledglings on the flight's edge Spun, whirled Heaved on the slow-black, crow-black Night of black-gla** sea Feathers on the breath of gods We are our own wyrd Our own brothers Who face the spit of the seas And dare to lift our wings as if we were not Feathers on the breath of gods