Ash. Rime. Heart. Thrum
Soul. Blight. Blood. Flame
In caverns of fire, we raise our house unmourned
From friend to traitor through a loyalty scorned
For the Law and the Land, for Death so repaid
Tis a bitter cup that shall pour out thy fate
Our souls arise on the slumbers of Mer
In ash our songs and passions are fed
To seek liberation from cursed divine
We fight not for evil, but freedom from lies
An army of dreamers to weak-minded dogs
They've haltered my people; a knife in the cogs
Oh, how sweet it is to be God
No intervention will save you
War is a means; think not that I grieve
Destiny is made in the rot of the grave
Come, Nerevar
Come, Moon-and-Star
Come as you are, as aeons ago
And gaze upon the heart
Come, Nerevar
Come, Moon-and-Star
Come as you are, as aeons ago
And gaze upon the heart
Speak your peace so we may end this dream