Runenberg Lyrics

Where are the spirits of old
That hide in mountain glade?
The rock laments in the shade
Of gorges damp and cold

Rivulets tumble down
And break upon the stones
Glittering like a crown
With gemstones red and brown
The traveler hears their call
And sees the waters fall

Come, Ye spirits bold
In glory as of old
And gather from the deep
Those who lie in sleep
Command the hearts and minds of all

Who crave the solace of your glance
And through your mystic will enhance
The joy of those who heed your call… Runenberg
What lies at the heart of man… Runenberg

Sun sinking in the west
Dusk stole over ground
Disconsolate and deep in thought
Stars beckoning thither
A dark swelling sea
The call of Runenberg
…Runenberg…