Song | Kingdom Of The Shades |
Artist | Folkearth |
Album | Drakkars in the Mist |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I see the wolves gathered on the hill | |
And the carrion birds that fly | |
Etched against the (witching) moon… | |
I was a string in Apollo’s lyre | |
I was the sword in a warrior’s hand | |
I was the crown on an emperor’s brow | |
I was the seal on a sorcerer’s heart… | |
I saw the glory of Atlantis fall—the jeweled spires that would gleam no more… | |
I saw the grandeur that once was Greece—its crumbling walls I now call my home… | |
I see a woman crying on my mound—she has been lover and homeland to me: | |
Alas! I know I will not see her again—the kingdom of the shades is my home… | |
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes | |
Where the sea is black, without a shore | |
Where meadows are strewn with ash |
I see the wolves gathered on the hill | |
And the carrion birds that fly | |
Etched against the witching moon | |
I was a string in Apollo' s lyre | |
I was the sword in a warrior' s hand | |
I was the crown on an emperor' s brow | |
I was the seal on a sorcerer' s heart | |
I saw the glory of Atlantis fall the jeweled spires that would gleam no more | |
I saw the grandeur that once was Greece its crumbling walls I now call my home | |
I see a woman crying on my mound she has been lover and homeland to me: | |
Alas! I know I will not see her again the kingdom of the shades is my home | |
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes | |
Where the sea is black, without a shore | |
Where meadows are strewn with ash |
I see the wolves gathered on the hill | |
And the carrion birds that fly | |
Etched against the witching moon | |
I was a string in Apollo' s lyre | |
I was the sword in a warrior' s hand | |
I was the crown on an emperor' s brow | |
I was the seal on a sorcerer' s heart | |
I saw the glory of Atlantis fall the jeweled spires that would gleam no more | |
I saw the grandeur that once was Greece its crumbling walls I now call my home | |
I see a woman crying on my mound she has been lover and homeland to me: | |
Alas! I know I will not see her again the kingdom of the shades is my home | |
Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes | |
Where the sea is black, without a shore | |
Where meadows are strewn with ash |