The Relics of Nihlux - The Wise Man's Fear

Relics that fell from the hands of the mages of old

Fell hands, the relics of an evil that’s no longer known

Have scored the soil

Faded, blistered, and sunk beneath

Thorn of land’s side

Men of oak, men of iron

Thorn of land’s side

Men of steel, men of stone

Spires and spindles sleeping under mountain blanket folds

An oaken switch, a candle, a blade, this is where I call my home

Spires and spindles sleeping under mountain blanket folds

An oaken switch, a candle, a blade, this is where I call my home

And now we feel the life

Hiding on the mountainside

As a passing wind

Sings us a fading song

Eyes that are bright and fixed upon

The glory of what lies beyond

Binding hearts against the same

Binding travelers by flame

Listen, the small and the quiet murmurs of the night are here

Made of these things and are gone in just a moment’s time

A crest, a coin

A plume, their blood joined

Conclave has now gone from the light

The bravery of fools pulls them into the night

Conclave has now gone from the light

The bravery of fools pulls them into the night

The night swallows the daylight, daylight

They go to seek what they’ve not known, not known

Didn’t you know they would leave and go into the night

To set this all right, all right

Men of oak, men of iron, men of steel, men of stone

Go on to fight

You should see their eyes that are bright and fixed upon

The glory of what lies beyond

Binding hearts against the same

Binding travelers by flame

Eyes that are bright and fixed upon

The glory of what lies beyond

Binding hearts against the same

Binding travelers by flame

Conclave has now gone from the light

The bravery of fools pulls them into the night