Divination - Elvenking

A dense knot of desires

Eight spirits are alight

In morning dews and fire

Eight diamonds in the night

At the sight of the flames, stories tell secrets unknown

The desolate sound of runes forlorn

Will abide in the weaves of life

We are the waking light

Wings of a raven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me

We are the waking light

Far from our haven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me

Eight spirits clad in sorrow

They’re searching for their cores

The horizon drafts the morrow

On their memories dissolved

At the sight of the flames, stories tell of secrets sealed

The sign of the stones, truths will reveal

Divine your arcane

We are the waking light

Wings of a raven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me

We are the waking light

Far from our haven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me

We are the waking light

Wings of a raven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me

We are the waking light

Wings of a raven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me

We are the waking light

Far from our haven

Waking light — divination

Waking light — this story’s told for me, for me