Frozen leaves clustered in symmetry 'Round the king laying against his Funeral Tree An ornate farewell to the supreme form of self before the roots become hands and take him in
Wisdom smiles from his half-closed eyes In this realm, it is my only light
It has rained in this great hole left in me Thorns of hate wrap around the tomb of the progeny
His final light shone a sequence of memories Moments that mustn't be forgotten The hiding of the Whispering Stones and the Verses to be sung for the Dead
And I wept
Wept for the violence of prophecy The loss of love and of memory The decrepit village wrapped in fear The goddesses that will disappear
As the soulless call "Crush them all!" I run to the secret place The lake in the dream state Looking for the stones before shadow legions know The source of wisdom remains safe!
Wept for the silence that would give way to the sound of life being swept away Blood will wash all trace of Sovereignty What will this mortal war leave of me?
The walls of spirit force suspending my Pagan realm ripped down by Shadow arms Only weakness will remain nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
