I retired a towering mountain

Laid down in a circle of stones

For three days and for three nights

I listened to the skull of a bear

The sun burnt its sigil into my chest

The rain washed the evil away

Time spun itself around me

The moon cast its silvery shell

I rose up in circle of stones

Made my way down in the valley

Followed the banks of a rushing river

To a shore of and icy sea

The great bear growled

The thunder spoke

The mountain shook

The skies lit up

They came carrying their torches

Appeared from the desolate dark

Approached me circling and swirling

Howling their battle-cries

That’s when the bear was born in me

It rose on its legs beside

From a distance the crack of thunder

And the red cloud swallowed the sky

I rose up in circle of stones

Made my way down in the valley

Followed the banks of a rushing river

To a shore of and icy sea

And in the furthest corner of the North

On the edge of the world we know

With open arms embracing them

And I bared them my heart of hearts

Under the red cloud