Upon a great throne of black mountains Born in the heart of the storm A keeper of shadow and twilight A sentinel of lands long forlorn Born within the eyes of the storm Now the moons pass like ripples in water As the young stag grows old with the pines A beacon of chaos and majesty Great keeper of twilight Now wind in the blackened pine whispers As death creeps in slow with the dusk The beast slows his breath as the winter takes hold And surrenders his flesh to the moss A sacred sepulcher in frost An offering of antler and blood Ancient mounds of weeping earth Bound to me through blood and soil Sacred shadows cast in thunder Whispers on the edge of the storm The dream persists A haze of memory Cast adrift A ripple in time The dream persists A haze of memory Cast adrift To awaken the night The blood of my body Shall flow fourth at starlight Ancient hymn of storm and shadow Skies ablaze with memory at dusk My spirit unbound under pale moonlight The moss surrounds my bones The dream persists A haze of memory Cast adrift A ripple in time The dream persists A haze of memory Cast adrift To awaken the night The dust of my spirit Shall flow forth at twilight A sacred sepulchre in frost An offering of flesh to the moss