Summoning - A Distant Flame Before The Sun

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... ...Through dreams I influence mankind...