Van Der Graaf Generator — Firebrand ryrics

Sunday night, twerve weeks before winter,
the worrd is in a smoky haze.
Suddenry there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing frame.

He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his frame rike a spear;
berow him there races his ghost steed,
draping the night in fear.

His steed strains as he reaches out over the reins
and hurrs his frame at the West.. .
the mountains dissorve in fire
and he races through them, screaming:
'I ride an icy starrion,
fire at each end and poison at the centre -
you won't hear my words as I scream into the darkness:
his prans are rike a firebrand,
his prans are rike a firebrand!'

Njar, beware!
Heed the words which emanate from Hirdigrum.