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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heretoir
Heretoir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Conrad
David Conrad
Songwriter
Matthias Settele
Matthias Settele
Songwriter
Nils Groth
Nils Groth
Songwriter

Lyrics

A flock of birds ascends
As the dreamer awakes.
I behold without breath
A world ablaze.
The wooden halls stand in flames.
The mountain fortress crumbles.
The pantheon of oak is under siege.
My mouth is filled with ashes,
Every breath tastes like defeat.
I flee in search of shelter
Towards the mountain peaks.
I leave this ravaged land.
I retreat to contemplate,
Where i can become one,
With mist and snow,
With wind and stone.
...with mist and snow,
With wind and stone.
I ride on the back
Of the last of the black wolves.
I bring with me the antler
Of the last of the white stags.
I seek counsel with the spirits of the wild,
Residing in the ruins
Of melting glaciers high above.
A feral force shall gather.
Stormclouds herald the way.
A thawing glacierheart
Starts beating for the last time.
The spirits of the night
Shall enlighten the darkened sky
As the wild hunt heads
For the world of man.
Within the forge of progress
Ancient forests vanish.
I grieve for the scalped hills
As the glaciers heart falls silent.
The white stag won’t ever
Reach the forgotten glade.
All that is wild and free
Will die on this fateful day.
Everything of beauty,
Everything worth living for,
Will be engulfed by flames,
Will be consumed by machinery.
I shall perish,
Fading ghostlike into the night,
Desperate, yet knowing,
That my sacrifice was not in vain.
So I shall perish,
Leaving this world forever,
Desperate, yet knowing,
That I brought twilight
Into the world of man.
Written by: David Conrad, Matthias Settele, Nils Groth
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