Blencathra - Carpathian Moonrise

The semblance of warriors at dawn light
cold breath drifts through autumn trees
in the cold shadow of Carpathia
the wolf cries alone to the night....

Sounding of the battle horns
valleys rich in the cold mourning cadence
parent earth specter to millennia past
sorrow in absurdity

To breath...

.....thy enemy's hate

To feel,,,,,,

..........thy comfort in fear

yet death is not privilege to any man

surrender to not but the mountains
for thy battles serve only the ferry man of styx

seeking solitude in isolation
escape to the forest....

Deserter destitute yet hell claims no remittance
soul to search the forest realm

Grace light mine path...
through dark oaks I walk for eternity
forgotten unto the world
in earth and oaks cradle eternal

mine splendor, I curse the false of valor
vale of hate deceives mine senses
give not thy spirit to tongue of silver
destitute to lands unknown

Through rocks and mist I climb
these roots uncertain to hold
specter of life within a covered dream
I scale the ancient fells...

In the passage of oaks, under silver sky
Carpathian moonrise
sword in hand, single eye
let Odin's hand be mine guide

Wandering the fell land
home of groundless spirits
children of battle, eternal in the ether