Rituals of the Oak hour of judgement

The fading sunset falls to grey
The Shifting skies are all they see
And now their lives have come to pass
A morning star illuminates through distant eyes
A thousand souls cry out in pain
Above the Northern sea as fire rains
Falling without end
Another memory burns
Drowned in the hands of Death
Beneath a rising moon they pray
Their heathen souls in the hands of gods
A sacrifice the only way
The morning star illuminates in crimson shades
A future torn from withered hands
The fortunes of all that they know
Now lying forsaken and dead beyond
The circle of life has been broken
Within the eye of Sol - illusions are swept away
Through the hour of judgement
We have fought in vain - bleeding silently
Cut by the knives of fate
In our memories of weakness
We claimed victory - so mistakenly
And paid the cost with our lives
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