Young earl, wounded and battered, the byrnie adorning him bloodstained from the deeds in Framburgh. He lied in the bed soundlessly, waiting, listening to the sounds of the night. His eyelids grew heavy. He drifted off... into a vision of a fair foal standing in the vast fields before him. Walking beside it, he would spake in a whisper.
Dark clouds drift within
The longing lures pulls my mind
Will you carry me?
I want to go
Fair foal, I bid you
Sacks rich with gold of the fields
Fare swiftly on flying hoofs
Carry me, and I promise you
Ride out
The storm is stilled, the mind it flies
The drum of hoofs lay the beat
The heart, it follows, two are one
Sets me loose with speedy feet
Riding
Wild I rode and ran
Fair foal I spent
The ride is for the horse the worse
Pleasant and swift for the sitting
If I ride you
I ride more
As one is two,
where knots are tied
In bonds are bound
the whole world
If I bond you
I can journey
If you carry me
You carry more
As one is two
where chains are forged
In bonds are bound
the whole world
If you bond me
You can journey
Soon he jolted awake to the glare of daylight, blinking for once.
Lyrics are translated from Wardruna's song Raido. I do not own copyright. For the song itself, follow the link: https://youtu.be/3fnPwj1AMpo
