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1. Children Of The Mist We've been searching for answers in a distant place We've discovered lost wisdom in a long forgotten age We are heathens re-born Sons and daughters of valour and lore We are the haunters of woods, glens, lochs and shores Our blood runs through the veins of this sacred earth We are bound to this ancient land Like rampant lions we'll roar and break free from these chains We will never surrender to this age of degeneracy With pride as our weapon and honour as our shield We will never be enslaved, we shall never yield! 2. Aura I see there woods, and I see there thickets, I see there the fair and most fertile of meadows; I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Hiding in mantles of mist. Lofty mountains and resplendent ledges, There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honour. Light is my step as I leap up to meet them; 'Tis with pleasure I'll stay there a while. 3. The Awakening To truly understand the essence of antiquity Learn the lore of the land Become the atavist Embark on a journey Through the aeons of time èirich! Like the druid And wanderers of old Follow the celestial compass Towards the ether And beyond the illusion of God èirich! O, reignite the flame Sacred fire of ancient ways And forge an iron will Within your heart and soul This age will rot and decay But stay focussed Do not stray From the overgrown path Your forefathers once tread 4. Farewell My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. 5. Pillars Of The Earth As the ocean swallows the sun Shadows appear on the horizon White headed peaks crowned by the dying light Mark the funeral of day and the birth of the night I begin my ascent Towards the pillars of the earth As I stumble along this meandering path The bitter wind sweeps aside waves of mist Perched on the throne of the mountain I now gaze out onto the desolate plain As I let my thoughts swim amongst aurora's light Tonight I have conquered the stars Andy Marshall – Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Pads, Tin whistle Lyrics in plain text format |
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