Four there were swords, four there were men  All were them clad in one (shadow)  Four pints of blood, four hands together  Four shadows were melt in one    Four there were horses, four there were horsemen  To ride under the mark of the Northstar  One there was spirit, eight there were eyes  To behold the sky of flames    Four there were paths, four directions  For all of them one to take  None were there tears, none were there words  But one was not to return    Four thousand moons are to be burned  Four thousand moons are to be killed  Rain it shall freeze, freeze and fall  Until their paths shall cross again    Under the moon my life slipped out of me  Beneath the stones I lie my eyes opened  Forever they shall stare the northern beauty  Forever they shall behold the sky of flames    Four will there be swords  Four will there be men  Four pints of blood will be bled again  As I join them again  As our bonds are made unbreakable  Together we will ride forever    ..to behold the sky of flames