Upon this hill i stand, snow falls upon frost laden lands
Over mountains i travel far, with iron will through body marred
A silent call I hear...
the steps i take in haste, I have been called time will not waste
I go forth beyond stars of night
guided alone, a forboding plight
The time it has now come
behold what may be done
or all will take my place
fro here my souls led
forever time be spent
legends old: they fled
Bringer of death i see
yet this means more to thee
Bravely forth i go
Winds gale uphill i climb
forgotten tale, was lost beyond time
Through white mists i quickly turn
Sword in hand the trees they burn
Summons of thunder roll across the skies
Be this yet my day to die?
The dim of battle it now fills my mind
Brethren lost yet soon to find
Lakes, valleys, rivers, streams
Of this world have i truly seen?
Behold...
Songs remain of our fathers old
Brought to light by this sorrow cold
Broken earth upon they lay
Heralding this darkened day
Through white mists i quickly turn
Sword in hand the trees they burn
Summons of thunder roll across the sky
Be this yet my day to die?
Wayfarer of the world, take my soul
Bring me back to these lands of old
Upon this mountain grave i now wait
A silent wanderer be that my fate?
under the night sky...
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