(Instrumental)
was utter, the sleep was long A torment for even the brave Peals of thunder even did not forsake The lifeless soil of this eternal-white land A domain
Pale like the skull of the sun The way of the hunting moon O storms that reign supreme The breeze comes whisperin' soon Strike the flowers' last gleam
Up there on the mountain, above all fire, the fields down there and the ravine below Where the elements feast in reckless desire A raven is seated Where
The sun descended to the ground Behind the mountains, in the sea A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill There he will survey over those surviving
I came from the utter fields Carving shame on the tender shields On my path I wandered high Acknowledged beneath the sky The hate I carried, recalling
Awakened by the hands of Autumn The hands which made me sleep Was a shadow vague yet deep A creature, spine of the essence Drifting in the wind, clad
