Towards the Dusk - Draugnim

Under burned soil, past buried deep

Among the roots and stones quiet sleep

A trail of an ancient song

Perfection in rune and rhyme

Shadows tall, fought and won

The poems echo on ruined walls

Now, sent to their journey last with all sorrow and trust

Travel to the great halls, burn towards the dusk

Glows of fires from distant lands

The light of stars on dead-calm strands

This land should flourish and cradle new spring

But only grief and plague it holds within

For nothing that’s buried can lay still

Shadows grow longer and harder to kill

As cycles of tides are bound to turn

So is the soil destined to burn