Aeon of fire has burned in my dream In the middle of the night When shadows grow in the middle of the night And in the long time It's not fair to him that way with me I hear the heart as it calls out to me Down from the angels Across the seas The cry of anger For victory Religion wisdom sets me free Gone I look And the blood runs fast Swallowed by the earth My legacy And you in perfect strength of heart And I'm called to run with savage songs Throughout all this time Running all over My ancient human kin My legend carved into the stone A hundred years I dwell within Between the knees of kings The kings of blackened soil I hear the time has come from memory The storm, the night And it's now the burning out Against the common foe The cloud of hurt and fear Primordial men who dwell in blood From awesome rain and timeless calm To summon from grassy halls The valor of an ancient god Of glory and praise and wealth and Never seen or heard or known With steel and wood And the shining storm All that lives begins in the autumn Summer ends with the fall I'm called to run at the request of my lord A hundred days of the triumphant fall A hundred days of the triumphant fall And remaining unseen till morn or day Forgotten path through veils unknown A barren land, the chambers hidden Amidst the sweat of fearful cries The endless chasing voice between the dreams Upon all the waves of a tide © transcript Emily Beynon © transcript Emily Beynon