Lyrics
Awakened by the lark's songs
Chilled by the frost of the morning dew
"I'll find my way back home"
Wrecked in the eye of this tempest
Harsh is the way of the aftermath
"I'll find my way back home"
Strong is the will of the wounded
Dense is the fog that reddened these lands
"On fields of grief I roamed
To find my way back home"
Alongside his black shabby mantle left on the soil
The cloak to hide the grin that mangled
Are you fulfilled and content
About the slaughter of lambs
Whose blood has embroidered the firmament of stars?
Stars that have blazed in the cosmos forging the Runes occult
The Seer of the Old Alphabet
On the Stone of the Ritual of Oak the druid stands alone
Are you part of the archaic grand design?
Turn the time, fold the fortune
On the Runes you read the faiths assigned
Tune the angst, bewildered and tortured
The Runes, ten fates aligned
The Runes, ten fates
Once left the tree trunk, house of fates divined, forsaken
No crows, no skulls, no cane will ever tell
If still in revenge you abide
If fierce and at peace is your stride
What does your heart whisper in the black of night?
Night that has laid down its curtains on a sacrifice of blood
Eight lives for one, is that fair at all?
Guilt is the sword that you handed
Be aware, for such a sword
Has a blade but no hilt in sight
Turn the time, fold the fortune
On the Runes you read the faiths assigned
Tune the angst, bewildered and tortured
The Runes, ten fates aligned
The Runes, ten fates aligned
The Runes, ten fates
You began thine incantations
Serving forces of the dusk
Generated mastery unknown
Was it real or just a husk?
As the souls were mowed and harvested
One by one they were scythed down
For the good you once have served