The Hunters
The twisting waft of prophecy
A malediction uttered through
The hollows in the hills

A gift of solar lineage
They descend like falling light
Two bolts collide upon a mortal plane
Two hunters pace beyond the astral gate

The soil itself will sing their name
The song of souls, memory risen in stone
A monument to primal grace

The shaded fortress
Unearthly glow
Laughing like the dead
Blood is spilled upon the throne
Forgotten hymn
Incantation writ of old
Son of fairy father comes
Blackened in the cold

The Hunted
The cruel hand of prophecy
Three hundred pyres
Risen in the ruin under snow

Raven remains
Grief beyond his years
To die a slave
Baptised in ash and tears