In the Shadow of Our Pale Companion

Through vast valleys, I wander to the highest peaks

On pathways through a wild, forgotten landscape

In search of God, in spite of man

Till the lost forsaken endless, this is where I choose to tread

Fall, so shall we fall into the nihil?

The nothingness that we feel

In the arms of the pale

Shadow of the grim companion who walks with us

Here is the landscape

Where is the God?

Here is the sun

Has he fallen

Here in the balance of the earth

And abandoned us?

And as I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand

The fire in my heart is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world

Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone

If this grand panorama before me is what you call God

Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river

And sat in reflection of what had to be done

An offering of crimson flowed into the water below

A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

Like every hope I've ever had

Like every dream I've ever known

It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world

From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea, ah

Wash away, fade away

Here is the landscape

Where is the god?

Here is the sun

Has he fallen

Here at the edge of the earth

To ruin?

And as I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand

My heathen pride is scarred across the land