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SAPTHURAN LYRICS
"To the Edge of Land" (2005)
1. I
2. II
3. III
4. IV
5. V
6. VI
7. VII
8. VIII
9. IX
10. X
11. XI
1. I
2. II
3. III
In sleep
I dream of times past
Lost ages
Before the days of man
My hatred burns deep
For those who walk the Earth
On two legs
For they have defiled
That which came before them
Aeons ago
I awake
Eyes ablaze
As the night overtakes me
The blood of the wolf
Fuses with the blood of man
My veins pulse with instinctive fire
As I become
One with creation
4. IV
In dark lands
Far from here
Lays a field of ice
Stretching across the barren Earth
A field of ice
Cold, ancient
Eons have passed
Since water once flowed there
It's frozen shores
So peaceful
A faint snow
Casts a light dusting atop its surface
What mysteries lie beneath its glassy surface?
What horrors lurk within its murky depths?
What became of those who journeyed here before us?
What horrid form of death did they endure?
Only the dead will ever know
For mortals cannot enter that place
Distant and forlorn
The frozen sea
5. V
6. VI
I envy the rock
The dirt
And the sea
I envy the road
The mountain
And the hill
But the sword...
I embrace the sword
For they do not draw breath
In this living world
They are neither dead
Nor alive
I envy the stars
The sun
And the moon
I envy the sky
The streams
And the ocean
But the knife...
I embrace the knife
My hatred for life and man runs deep
And while I cannot destroy mankind
I can destroy life
Hail murder
Hail self destruction
7. VII
8. VIII
And with the mists they gather
Shadows shifting through the trees
Black silhouettes
Move into the clearing
The air is still
The world is silent
The moon lights their eyes
As they slowly circle
A howl pierces the night
The silence is broken
Their voices cry in unison
Singing strength and hatred
In their instinctive fury
They return to the hunt
Their cries echo through the trees
And disperse into the night
9. IX
A song of remembrance
A madrigal of times lost
A lamenting melody
Sung by the leaves and the wind
Its harmonies drift slowly
Enhanced by the stillness of the wood
A droning hymn of devolution
An opus of glorious extinction
10. X
11. XI
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