Nicholas Messenger - Coifi lyrics

Without, the sleet, the bitterness of winter. Bald-tree uplands. Light weeps splinters on the rocky leas. But underneath the roof the Great Hall smokes. The warm crowd mingles jeer with guffaw, lifts cups, quaffs. Life like a sparrow, darts in through the door above the fatted board, below the angled, bon-fire-burnished beams. The brief warm flutters from end to end, then once more blown into the bleak unguessed, forlorn. Forgotten before it leaves. Before it has even come, forgotten. That's what Coifi told Edwin of Northumbria.