The Flight Of Sleipnir - Nothing Stands Obscured lyrics

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