Bretwaldas of Heathen Doom
Album • 2023
Standing on the headland, running through the trees Fires burn into the night, smoke carried on the breeze The spinning threads of destiny have led me to this place Symbols of the earth and sky are etched into my face Do men believe in wisdom? Do you believe in fools? Do spirits haunt the living world and linger in the halls? Will old men tell their secrets, of hidden paths to tread? And gods traverse the world between the living and dead. The bones of ancient creatures brought back into the light Articulated legends of malevolence and spite Carved into the surface, lost beneath the grime Stones have long since fallen into another time Rocks and heavy iron levered from the ground Hollows filled with bodies to raise the graven mound The fiery cross, the crescent moon and stars fall into dust Seal up their house of death beneath a blackened crust. Behind the whispered stories hear the dead men speak The tangled web of root and branch - a path for those who seek Tales foretell the end of times and now I understand That life falls through our fingers like so many grains of sand Hammers swing in unison to bring the towers down Rivers vomit poison to anoint a rotten crown A fallen gate, a last redoubt, a line drawn in the sand Rip apart their web of lies and save this ravaged land.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
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