Song Of The Ancient Lyrics

Song Of The Ancient lyrics

The song I perceive as I wander through the woods through the
dim light of
dawn, lilts as it?s carried on soft shifting winds
through the stillness of
this early morn.

"Upon the hill, east of the woods, the old man stood
rapt in
thought; gazing, contemplative and lost in himself. His old
hands,
fingers long and thin, but rugged, grasped the wooden staff.
It
was familiar in his hand; crooked yet strong. How many times?
How
often had he before this stood on this very place, lost within
himself; rapt
in reflection? A light breeze swelled about him
ruffling his hair and wisps
of beard, grey with age and wisdom of
years. He had seen much, experienced
much and known friends
in the Hidden Lands. But that was before; before the
Fall.
Glancing downward, a sea of activity, the forest teeming with
life
and lives. But lives are merely a doorway wherethrough can
be
expressed the nature of the Ancient; the one who abides within
the
Hidden Lands. The old man thinks 'I am become not what
was intended but
through intent am become.' And so, in servitude
to human heart, he made
forfeit that which was his; the intangible
for the tangible, the
imperishable for the mortal."

By now I am intoxicated by the surreality
of the tale, viewing
myself in the old man, and at last it dawns and I
realise the very
nature of mankind, and of myself, and I lay down to
cry.

"In his youth, the Old man wielded the Garensword, but not
now.
And yet, the legend holds that one day, Man shall wield
the
two-edged blade once more to the conquest of nations and
strongholds
and powers beyond this realm."

I raise my eyes as the song comes to an
end and a stranger
approaches as though she's a friend. Extending her hand I
accept
it and rise. Standing, she looks into my eyes. "De-nyl, we have
a
long way to go. There is so much, too much, that I have to show
you."

"If the truth is what you seek, it is only with the Ancient
whose
face is never seen. He remains within the Hidden Lands and may
only
be reached with the Garensword in hand. Let us depart from this place."

I
was relieved to learn that I would not be alone in my quest. For
that day,
Destiny became my guide. I released my falcon, the bird
soaring high and
free above the forest canopy. And yet there
remained within my heart the
lingering memory of that tragic Fall;
the wretched nature of mankind and of
myself. Am I who I think I am?
Am I even alive?