Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoky haze
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing flame
He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear
FirebrandSunday night, twelve weeks before winter, the world is in a smoky haze Suddenly there appears a rider in the East, brandishing flame He rides on into the wintry darkness, and brandishes his flame like a spear |