Lunar Tombfields - The Ancestral Conjuration

Eyes opened when everything burns
A dead sun beating in our hearts
In my dreams came back the crows
And with them a raging flood
So my gods can see me again
In this place that we seek, in vain
Turning ever toward the dawn
Where my tears will take me home

Great fire rages upon us
Where lost souls returns
A pray to this mortal coil
A threnody to our home

A place where gods and wolves
Will howl as one once more

Dweller on thе threshold
Guardian of the unseen world
Bringer of fading words
Drapеd in a shapeless ether

For those whose destinies are crushed
In the wheel of ages

Look at them! With their fiery chariots
Sacred herald of a past forlorn
Leading the vessel to the river's shore
They command men to sing and the blood to flow
Hidden in their wooded cathedrals
Unreachable across their dark clouds
Yet they need our praise and our grief
A spiral who binds us so deep

Bring down the mirror
Between here and after
To honour the wounded deities
Now and forever