I sit beside the fire and think   Of how the world will be   When winter comes without a spring   That I shall ever see      I sit beside the fire and think   Of people long ago   And people who will see a world   that I shall never know      I sit beside the fire and think   Of older times that were before   I listen for returning feet   And voices at my door      On high above the mists I came   A distant flame before the sun   A wonder ere the waking dawn   Where grey the nordlands waters run   In elder days and years of yore      "Now behold the awful price of treason!"