Alongside his black shabby mantle left on the soil

The cloak to hide the grin that mangled

Are you fulfilled and content

About the slaughter of lambs

Whose blood has embroidered the firmament of stars?

Stars that have blazed in the cosmos forging the Runes occult

The Seer of the Old Alphabet

On the Stone of the Ritual of Oak the druid stands alone

Are you part of the archaic grand design?

Once left the tree trunk, house of fates divined, forsaken

No crows, no skulls, no cane will ever tell

If still in revenge you abide

If fierce and at peace is your stride

What does your heart whisper in the black of night?

Night that has laid down its curtains on a sacrifice of blood

Eight lives for one, is that fair at all?

Guilt is the sword that you handed

Be aware, for such a sword

Has a blade but no hilt in sight

You began thine incantations

Serving forces of the dusk

Generated mastery unknown

Was it real or just a husk?

As the souls were mowed and harvested

One by one they were scythed down

For the good you once have served

Sinful souls cut to the ground

One by one eight souls were purged

Of the ritual they've been charged

Was your power real?

Upon a silver seal

I'm searching diamonds in the night

All the way across the firmament

Where stars paint fates aligned

I'm luring gemstones in the light

And the wake of all their deeds

Will thrive and burn alight

(Turn the time, fold the fortune)

(On the Runes you read the faiths assigned)

(Tune the angst, bewildered and tortured)

(The Runes, ten fates aligned)