| Song | Frost On Dead Leaves |
| Artist | SIG:AR:TYR |
| Album | Sailing The Seas Of Fate |
| "Ice is very cold and immeasurably slippery; | |
| It glistens as clear as glass and most like to gems; | |
| A floor wrought by the frost, is fair to look upon." | |
| -- Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem |