Of Stone & Gathering Lyrics

And in snow upon the stone
A pyre to bring the sky the dead
And in ash upon the stone
Memories of Decembers past

You and I all. You, I, we all
Dream of hymns in winter warm
You and I all. You, I, we all
Dream of hymns in warm winter

I in her empire; you, I, we all
Ever unturned here
Wilderness king, wilderness queen
The call of bones, the rain of seasons
The song of stone and gathering, here

Every old forest that has writing in its past inherits our dreams; arrows made from its fallen fly truer than any history we could write. It's an enchantment born not of fighting but of long years in wait and of the sanctity of vows to the land. A hymn of every language sounds across her empire; fragments of old civilizations shine as one mosaic as we gather and sing in the harvest. For that which we once gained and have now lost is never lost, for it can be found again in silence, in solace, in the void, among the trees.

Ruins lay on one side; glorious, they feed the spirit, the spirit (2x)
The fruits of a people whose heavens bore summers
Whose season calls, whose seasons calls
The fruits of a people whose heavens bore summers
Whose season calls through autumn's lowing

Whose victories lay before you
Victories that stand as ours
An offering in shining knotwork
And stand as ours if them we wish to reap

Join what heralds vernal thunder
Reap the sun at summer's height
Sing the burning autumn's harvest
Breathe the air at winter's heart

Of stone and gathering (4x)