| Song | A Distant Flame Before The Sun |
| Artist | Summoning |
| Album | Stronghold |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |