Van Der Graaf Generator - Firebrand lyrics

Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter, the world is in a smoky haze. Suddenly there appears a rider in the East, brandishing flame. "I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end and poison at the centre; you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness: his plans are like a firebrand, his plans are like a firebrand." His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins and hurls his flame at the West. The mountains dissolve in fire and he races through them, screaming: "I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end and poison at the centre; you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness: his plans are like a firebrand, his plans are like a firebrand." He rides on into the further darkness brandishing his flame like a spear and below him there races his ghost steed draping the night in fear "I ride an icy stallion, fire at each end and poison at the centre; you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness: his plans are like a firebrand, his plans are like a firebrand." Njal, beware and heed the words which emanate from Hildiglum.