To Fabled Lands
In the path of good fortune
Yet another leads astray
In the midst of abundance
Woeful songs sung in vain
On a hill fervid cavalier
Spills no blood upon his scales
Weighs the flesh of my brother
Weighs the flesh of my foe
Hearts cursed with hunger
And the hollow gaze of fear
Grieving souls this dreadful hour
Barren lands spread to the north
Blind as the vulture that its final feast awaits
Judgement passed deliverance lies morose
Futile demise, thirsting swallows are singing my praise
Singing my praise
Death throes escaping the silence of untimely death
Judgement passed, deliverance etched in stone
Carry my corpse far beyond to fabled lands
To fabled lands
In fields of famine
In fields of dread
Forsaken reapers
Harvest emptiness
Flight takes the swallow
To journey's end
Singing their last dirges
To immortal stars flying high
Children
Shadows of their graves
Watch them die
Wistful
Winds of staid regrets
Hear their cries
Brethren
Fleeing memories
Pass them by
Sullen
Darkness blinds the sky
Darkened soul
In the path of good fortune
Yet another leads astray
In the midst of abundance
Woeful songs sung in vain
On a hill fervid cavalier
Spills no blood upon his scales
Weighs the flesh of my brother
Weighs the flesh of my foe
Hearts cursed with hunger
And the hollow gaze of fear
Grieving souls this dreadful hour
Barren lands spread to the north