To Fabled Lands - Hollenthon

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