Augurs Echo - Mammoth Storm

Flocks are moving

Away from trodden lands

Where the ice is growing

On the mountain side

Empty furrows

From which the waters fled

To leave the ground

Infertile

On the fields below

Where the sky begins

A giant shadow rises

Towards the greatest light

Swallows it all!

At the highest altar

Let the writer speak

Dissipate the threat

The stars are eaten!

We are the children

Of a dying sun

By gods forsaken

Let the days return!

Let the drum be touched

Let the signs be read

Let sacrifices bleed

Let the writer speak!

Who will end the fall?

Who will heal the circle?

Who will save the source?

From where all

Things are shown

Who will end the night?

Who will heal the circle?

Who will open up the eye?

And bring back the light?