A Tale Of Pagan Tongue lyrics
by Borknagar
The sun descended to the groundBehind the mountains, in the seaA one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hillThere he will survey over those surviving willThe flaming shores are yet unseenIn spite of dawn, the horizon sleepsThe sea gleams with lethal coldWitness yourself here, alone yet boldThe night is born, the christlings thornThe sun seems dead and somehow forlornAnd the moon lurks aboveThe beasts they howl her songTold to be unchained at the day of doomTheir random laws, taught by the GodsAre to be redeemed when He sets sailThere will forever be this ancient toungePrimal wisdom from natures own longueCount the shores of the utter coastAnd fear peace forever mostWhen time is ripe to revive the pastLet us see who stands triumphant
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