The Absence Of Light

The Wise Man's Fear

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Stumbling
Through a land shrouded in mystery
Vile blackness spun from spurs of glacial nights
I push past the waters that have festered here
Bathed in blighted sunless light

So build a castle or a coffin
You'll rest the same each way
Hellish cry of a black dominion
Waiting its fateful day
The being which we herald will move the Sun
To rise on

The age of iron hatred
You might hear the most terrible sounds
In the absence of light

Through blackened eons we sing
And forge the bindings to bring
The songs of the ancient powers
The waking of elders
Lost in the land of shadows
Breaking their slumbers
Falling through the dire barrows
The ground begins to break
Exposing a new way out

Lost deep in shadows that time forgot
Wandering where the Sun cannot

Through the uncounted black eons we sing
In these godless voices the songs that will bring
The binding of elders, the rending of worlds
With dark winds in the sails of theseus unfurled

We have survived countless centuries in mire
Holding our torch and feeding the power
No more hiding from the light

Through blackened eons we sing
And forge the bindings to bring
The songs of the ancient powers
The waking of elders
Lost in the land of shadows
Breaking their slumbers
Falling through the dire barrows
The ground begins to break
Exposing a new way out

The dire barrows have me stumbling
Through a land shrouded in mystery
Vile blackness spun from spurs of glacial nights
I push past the waters that have festered here
Bathed in blighted sunless light