The Kinsmen Awaits

Turn your face to the sky Feel the rain wash your fears away One last breath of cold air Soon our darkness will fall... We gathered our clans in the dead of the night Rode for a fortnight and one We set up the camp and prepared for our lives We sharpened our battleworn blades As enemies came The moon shone in purple and red The clashing of swords Our roars swiftly silenced by steel Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free Death is life, our kinsmen awaits In the hall of clans The lives that were lost lit the heavens like stars Bodies lay silent and still The battle was sealed with a river of blood The blackbird's lament from afar The moon disappeared And clouds brought a rainfall then cold A moment of fear Then faces of lost kings appeared Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free Death is life, our kinsmen awaits In the hall of clans Turn your face to the sky Soon your darkness will fall