Forefathers

Sweat travels down the valley of my furrowed brow So many lost to the creeping darkness Cut deep through the fallen's blood and bone To the hillside we rallied at dawn Slouched low now where I once stood tall Yet the quest remains the same through it all I travel down the paths that lead me home I smell the leaves as they turn from green to gold I remember this land well I know those trees like my Forefathers I feel the stream coursing through my veins Have I finally slipped away? Or was this the path I was meant to take? Do I see the echoes of a distant time For reason or for fleeing rhyme? I know those tree like my Forefathers I feel the stream coursing through my veins Hear the songs that no other hear Walk the paths that all of your peers will fear Wield the torch of a thousand fleeting times Be the Sigurd to this age of human kind I know those trees like my forefathers I feel the stream coursing through my veins I see the eagle soaring high And the howling wolf that helped me find The Holy Grail within the Signs I travel down the paths that lead me home I smell the leaves as they turn from green to gold Have I finally slipped away Or was this the path I was meant to take Yet I see the echoes of a distant time I know those trees like my forefathers I feel the stream coursing through my veins I see the eagle soaring high And the howling wolf that helped me find The Holy Grail within the signs