Randvar The Songsmith

There lived many years Time dried the maidens tears She had forgot her fears, Slw was a mother Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that t m r she lies Neer slzall the sun arise Olz such anotkr Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen Hateful to me were wwn, The sunlight hateful I n the vast forest here, Clad in my warlih gear, Fell I upon my spear, 0, death was grateful Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars Up to its native stars My soul ascended There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warriors soul, SKOAL to the Northland SKOAL Thus the tale ended. Randvar the Songsmith