To Fabled Lands Songtext / Lyric

In the path of good fortune

Yet another leads astray

In the midst of abundance

Woeful songs sung in vain

On a hill fervid cavalier

Spills no blood upon his scales

Weighs the flesh of my brother

Weighs the flesh of my foe



Hearts cursed with hunger

And the hollow gaze of fear

Grieving souls this dreadful hour

Barren lands spread to the north



Blind as the vulture that its final feast awaits

Judgement passed deliverance lies morose

Futile demise, thirsting swallows are singing my praise

Singing my praise






Death throes escaping the silence of untimely death

Judgement passed, deliverance etched in stone

Carry my corpse far beyond to fabled lands

To fabled lands



In fields of famine

In fields of dread

Forsaken reapers

Harvest emptiness



Flight takes the swallow

To journey's end

Singing their last dirges

To immortal stars flying high



Children

Shadows of their graves

Watch them die



Wistful

Winds of staid regrets

Hear their cries



Brethren

Fleeing memories

Pass them by



Sullen

Darkness blinds the sky

Darkened soul



In the path of good fortune

Yet another leads astray

In the midst of abundance

Woeful songs sung in vain

On a hill fervid cavalier

Spills no blood upon his scales

Weighs the flesh of my brother

Weighs the flesh of my foe



Hearts cursed with hunger

And the hollow gaze of fear

Grieving souls this dreadful hour

Barren lands spread to the north