They came from the north,

in flaming coats of smoke and steel
those nordic creatures made of snow

their eyes filled up with boreal.
Perhaps from Sweden, Finland;

some inscrutable place, full of flame
and when they came we asked of them,

what did they mean to dream?
And they replied, and yet,

their voices were lost in a breath of wind
their shadowed hands ne'er touched nor felt

but somehow crept beneath the skin.
They came from the nigh and distant north,

those misty folk of the ancient sea,
to sing inside their quiet stars,

to live and die inside of me.