Falkenbach

From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered by snow
Once a man on a horse came the way,
on an early autumnal morning when dew lay chill on the ground
and the suns first rays heralded the day,
to rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights
through the woods and across the shallow landscapes
to finally reach the village the rumours were talking about
and where the heathenish king lived for many years...
His golden armour was shining by the light of awakening sun
and in his hand he held a bronzen shield
on which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great
to guide him on his way so long.