Lyrics Nothing Stands Obscured - The Flight Of Sleipnir

Nothing Stands Obscured

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