Lyrics The Seer in White - The Flight Of Sleipnir

The Seer in White

Out from the mist she came
Wet from the morning rain
Her hand stretched out to me
Her face without expression
And then she spoke unto me
A foresight of destiny
Her eyes a gateway beyond
Her presence Divine
She weaves the thread of fate
She sees what the future holds
The seer in white, her staff in hand
A prophecy foretold