This song talks of the downfall of the Liméstæn, which was caused by a war between them and the distantly related Frozen Folk, led by king Fronorri son of Frorror.
A withered shadow Moves through the light The mountain valleys shine through the night The Liméstæn Come through the way And it comes ere light of day. The Wyvernesselle Made mighty things While wyverns flew On fiery wings Their bodies swarthed In flaming hordes And they burned All that they touch A silver breastplate On a chest of old The armored king Whose heart is cold The King Fronorri The cold flame roaring His frozen land Who all doth fear A withered shadow Moves through the light The mountain valleys shine through the night The Liméstæn Come through the way And it comes ere light of day. The war was roaring Through the night The wolves were howling On the light For moon hast shone; And blade and bone; For all now fall At merciless draw Let us reclaim What should be ours! We shall find it In a golden hour! The ancient treasure Guarded by stones Lasts through the weather And rock it moans Now to our city Of dragon's might To find our path And claim what's right! Our ancient golds; In stony folds We shall claim From our king's ancient bane A withered shadow Moves through the light The mountain valleys shine through the night The Liméstæn Come through the way And it comes ere light of day.