Bathory

Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark.
Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side.
All still, the day asleep, the sun rests in nest of the Gods.
Afar high adventures await me, I hear my brothers calling.
Spring is here and the ice breaks free
The endless sky and open sea.
I will sail where the Raven will lead me
Fly on black wings, high and free.
I shall return with the wind the day
From high adventures, swelling sail.
Autumn red comes to Asa bay.