At The Ruins lyrics

Artist  : Moonsorrow 
Song : At The Ruins



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AT THE FOOTSTEPS

prologue

TO THE
WORLD

Under the growing moon
there
drifted a whisper with a distant stream.
Waves
beating restlessly
the tired rain-lashed
shore.

For long the wilds under the
northern sky
silent may have
been.
Resounded only with a breath of
wind.

The spear of a bear-hunter
lay on
the ground by its prey.
Awaiting the arrival of
a craft.

Yet no one foresaw the
dawning
and thus set another
day.

Hearken to the ravens' cry
across
all heavens.
Behold as the gods
of our
world fall.

It is time for the wheel of
the sun
to break by the flow of
blood.

Under such fair colours
the
harbringer steps ashore.
By a sword his
companions salute us,
yet of freedom they may
speak.

Dressed in strangest
garment
claimed kindred grasps a wooden
cross.
What strength in wolves he wishes to
tame.

The spear of a bear-hunter
now
risen against the serpent's tongue.
Striking
through the vile heart.

Yet no hero shall
rise on the ruins
and our song may drift with
the wind.

Hear the sorrow of the
woods
across all known times.
Sacred stones
are overturned
and the folk so
weary.

Steel agleam defies sway
on the
lap of death.
Demise in the hands of
gods,
a worthy name forever spoken.

And
lo! the torches lit scorching
carnage,
condemning all the guiltless
souls.
How dare they bereave us our
gods,
now thousands fall silent at
murder.

Sign of the hammer on a warrior's
chest
he battles like a bear.
With strength
of Ukko deep in his heart
the last man now may
fall.

AT THE RUINS

epilogue