threesome, pfft

Winter War Song

The bear has awakened, its paws 'round our neck -
to arms, to arms, my brethren!
Its claws and fangs are red with our blood -
to arms, to arms, my brethren!
To the great beast we won't show our back -
blue and white resistance!
Shed the chains of despair and halt the red flood -
shake off your reluctance!
One against hundreds, a sniper at night -
he'll live forever in tales.
Häyhä and we are guarding the light
over our lakes and dales.

Ila

The clawed snake coils, and inside toils
the flock of torn-winged grey birds;
a mournful song drags them along
decades and dreamed-of worlds.
The walls at night are out of sight:
the heart dreams of home.
Only the knight is sitting alight
working on his tome.
The ocean murmurs and noting else stirs
as the years stretch ahead;
at places like his, time goes like this,
with slow and reluctant tread.

Legend of the Windborn

Where over spines of stone the winds
play with glittering crystal dust;
where storms are born in howl and dance,
and they gain their youthful-deadly thrust -
up in Utgard our blood has sprung,
from the wet hair of lichens wrung.
Our gift is our wound, by longing we're doomed,
though fame or gold we might reap;
we walk all alone, and sing to the moon,
shunned like wolves among the sheep.
To our home to return we will always yearn,
and dream even when not asleep,
and we are there, mourning the fair,
when to heroes' fate they take leap.
Where nothing moves, only the stormwind,
and only the dancing light-veil,
our souls return to glow in the night
and over the mountains to wail.
Until old Earth sings no more song
will last our ice-begotten throng.