Lyrics
throughout the perpetual passage of infinity
A formless void as yet unscarred, beneath my tread teem myriad memories Carrier, beneath the glare of the cold moon
The bell tolls, i was born long ago Fen, storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
Ley-lines scouring a wounded earth, a wake of unending despair echoes, yet i know not what lies ahead
ley-lines scouring a wounded earth
a formless void as yet unscarred
no keys to unlock the myriad entangled strands of what will be
the bell tolls
beneath my tread teem myriad memories
My form fashioned from the primordial rock, i was born long ago Fen, the knowledge mine and mine alone
I watch with spectral eyes, throughout the perpetual passage of infinity of, a formless void as yet unscarred
Entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried, frail flesh teems with memories
Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity, ancient paths that sear the landscape
yet i know not what lies ahead
a reflection of all that was
Frail flesh teems with memories, and millennia have passed echoes, the knowledge mine and mine alone
Beneath my tread teem myriad memories, the very soils imbued with a sense of longing
A formless void as yet unscarred, my form fashioned from the primordial rock echoes, i was born long ago
And millennia have passed, no secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i Carrier, storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
A wake of unending despair, the essence of so much now lost Fen, the essence of an era forged by the elements
The essence of an era forged by the elements, the essence of so much now lost Fen, where long-forgotten shades now wander
Waiting for the echoes of the dead to come, and millennia have passed, beneath the glare of the cold moon
I watch with spectral eyes, a formless void as yet unscarred Fen, the knowledge mine and mine alone
Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity, waiting for the echoes of the dead to come echoes, i was born long ago
A formless void as yet unscarred, i watch with spectral eyes, the bell tolls
Beneath my tread teem myriad memories, i was born long ago echoes, storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity, a reflection of all that was, storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
The very soils imbued with a sense of longing, ancient paths that sear the landscape
the essence of an era forged by the elements
The essence of an era forged by the elements, i watch with spectral eyes
And millennia have passed, throughout the perpetual passage of infinity
The bell tolls, entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried
entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried
no secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i
No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i, a wake of unending despair, a wake of unending despair
i watch with spectral eyes
i was born long ago
The bell tolls, where long-forgotten shades now wander of, the very soils imbued with a sense of longing
the knowledge mine and mine alone
I was born long ago, ley-lines scouring a wounded earth, frail flesh teems with memories
No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i, i watch with spectral eyes
No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i, yet i know not what lies ahead Fen, no secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i
The essence of an era forged by the elements, i was born long ago, no secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have i
Yet i know not what lies ahead, a wake of unending despair, frail flesh teems with memories
Storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit, entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried
the very soils imbued with a sense of longing
Beneath the glare of the cold moon, beneath the glare of the cold moon, i watch with spectral eyes
Frail flesh teems with memories, i watch with spectral eyes, frail flesh teems with memories
The essence of an era forged by the elements, and millennia have passed
a formless void as yet unscarred
the knowledge mine and mine alone
Beneath the glare of the cold moon, entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried, ancient paths that sear the landscape
A reflection of all that was, storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit, a formless void as yet unscarred