The Relics of Nihlux

Relics that fell from the hands of the mages of old Fell hands, the relics of an evil that's no longer known Have scored the soil Faded, blistered, and sunk beneath Thorn of land's side Men of oak, men of iron Thorn of land's side Men of steel, men of stone Spires and spindles sleeping under mountain blanket folds An oaken switch, a candle, a blade, this is where I call my home Spires and spindles sleeping under mountain blanket folds An oaken switch, a candle, a blade, this is where I call my home And now we feel the life Hiding on the mountainside As a passing wind Sings us a fading song Eyes that are bright and fixed upon The glory of what lies beyond Binding hearts against the same Binding travelers by flame Listen, the small and the quiet murmurs of the night are here Made of these things and are gone in just a moment's time (A crest, a coin) (A plume, their blood joined) Conclave has now gone from the light The bravery of fools pulls them into the night Conclave has now gone from the light The bravery of fools pulls them into the night The night swallows the daylight, daylight They go to seek what they've not known, not known Didn't you know they would leave and go into the night To set this all right, all right? Men of oak, men of iron, men of steel, men of stone go on to fight You should see their eyes that are bright and fixed upon The glory of what lies beyond Binding hearts against the same Binding travelers by flame Eyes that are bright and fixed upon The glory of what lies beyond Binding hearts against the same Binding travelers by flame Conclave has now gone from the light The bravery of fools pulls them into the night