At The Ruins Lyrics

At The Ruins lyrics


AT THE FOOTSTEPS

prologue

TO THE WORLD

Under the
growing moon
there drifted a whisper with a distant stream.
Waves beating
restlessly
the tired rain-lashed shore.

For long the wilds under the
northern sky
silent may have been.
Resounded only with a breath of
wind.

The spear of a bear-hunter
lay on the ground by its
prey.
Awaiting the arrival of a craft.

Yet no one foresaw the
dawning
and thus set another day.

Hearken to the ravens'
cry
across all heavens.
Behold as the gods
of our world
fall.

It is time for the wheel of the sun
to break by the flow of
blood.

Under such fair colours
the harbringer steps ashore.
By a
sword his companions salute us,
yet of freedom they may
speak.

Dressed in strangest garment
claimed kindred grasps a wooden
cross.
What strength in wolves he wishes to tame.

The spear of a
bear-hunter
now risen against the serpent's tongue.
Striking through the
vile heart.

Yet no hero shall rise on the ruins
and our song may
drift with the wind.

Hear the sorrow of the woods
across all known
times.
Sacred stones are overturned
and the folk so weary.

Steel
agleam defies sway
on the lap of death.
Demise in the hands of gods,
a
worthy name forever spoken.

And lo! the torches lit scorching
carnage,
condemning all the guiltless souls.
How dare they bereave us our
gods,
now thousands fall silent at murder.

Sign of the hammer on a
warrior's chest
he battles like a bear.
With strength of Ukko deep in his
heart
the last man now may fall.

AT THE RUINS

epilogue