Winterfylleth - Forsaken In Stone

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!