Iron Skies

Beneath the iron skies of war Before called to the Valgrind door A world of worms no more no less Whose numbers increase as times progress In forest fastness and hollow dale Gather strength for others to prevail Within the marshlands and woods forgot Where many falter but some do not Wisdom sought from those who read the signs Interpret omens, by runes divine Observe the heavens or cast the bones See dark portents, hear forests' moans As the cold stone absorbs sun's heat See the waker withdraw from sleep The golden promise of the Northern dawn Foreshadows thunder as our blades are drawn