Album: Lore (2010)

Legends

Upon dead trees black birds sing
Like a choir of ghosts with solemn oaths
Their tragic song which echos on
Through pillars of ice, through frozen halls
A ballad destined in time to fade
Like the remnants of heroes slain

Days of blood soaked earth lay waste
To rest forever in shallow graves
In desolate cold, remains men's flight
Untouched by suns' warming light
Despondent pasts of war and woe
Are hidden now beneath fallen snow

Now what's left here buried and still
No longer by will
Rest the hearts of men of death these mortal men knew
A consequence brought forth by their own hands
Against each other they fought
Together they died sealed by fate
Their legend is made only to be forgotten by time