Götterflängerung

Fire, the great commotion of fire
In the hair of the trees fire swans erupt
As the Twilight of the Gods is breathing down
Oh, brother of ore
Feel it's winged wrath
Hear it's [up]roar and it's whisper
Behold it's phosphorus shadow
Wrought in the halls of Molok
Oh, brother, listen!
Silence your song of the ore
Then come, set out!
And go with the rushing sky

That Land - That Time

In cruel April when the waves spread your hair,
Where the wheels run wilder on the red sand,
Where the photos never fade -
There is a fire lit in the belly of the whale,
Fiery were the fists then, darker.
The thunder spoke there
and the gods trampled us to dust.