A Strife Won at Wraith Lyrics

Walk the black path of fire
to the everlasting sunless fields
the owles have their flight, in the moon's sight
to escape the claws of night, joined by might
during the hourless night
caress the mountainside
and feel the souls' fade
see the torches and the stones behind
feel the night and see yourself enshrined

In the middle of the tormenting frost
I stear at flying souls so pale and lost
like angels from heaven high,
which left the throne of the seventh sky
To join the winds' war from the north-side bay
Into the forest-line and up to mountain high

The forest will sing my funeral song
where I at last will join the soil
to enter the womb of mother earth
promised to remember the surroundings from birth
behold the branches which once held my hand
and kept me away from the sunburnt sand
A Strife Won at Wraith...

Blood from my soul is already stolen
And the eagles have flewn from their stones
Even before the scars begin to stear

Walk the black path of fire
to the everlasting sunless fields
the owles have their flight, in the moon's sight
to escape the claws of night, joined by might
during the hourless night
caress the mountainside
and feel the souls' fade
see the torches and the stones behind
feel the night and see yourself enshrined

Faces scared but full of hate
seems to drown in the stormfull mist
to join the winds' war from the north-side bay
into the forest-line and up to mountain high

The forest will sing my funeral song
where I at last will join the soil
to enter the womb of mother earth
promised to remember the surroundings from birth
behold the branches which once held my hand
and kept me away from the sunburnt sand
A Strife Won at Wraith...