Forsaken in Stone - Winterfylleth

Covered were the dead with clouds

Dread mist passed o’er their former glory

Under shadows of his cross

Foundations weep, for kinsmen fallen

Wounding men with sharpened blades

Then did they lay down the weary

Strong in might but weak in spirit

They stood their souls beheld!

Gone now are a kinfolk slaughtered

That men may heal and rise again

To stand as towers under the heavens

Hardened through the scars of loss!

Now warrior cries are distant echoes

Their corpses cold and passed away

Enlightened men, of new resolve

That cross of old, with true blows fell!

But let we now as folk acknowledge

Those brave men whose hand and heart

A homeland, gathered strength to honour

But wills of evil tore apart!

In their name we give remembrance

A sepulchre of stone we guild

(Keepers of stories untold)

Our hands we raise in gentle union

Our futures now we shall rebuild!