Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog - Wolves In The Throne Room

The journey is long and steep

Sweat turns lack and runs with dust

Here I seek the edge of the world

The secrets that lie behind the veil

The rapture of the universe

As the sun pours down like honey

Three sentries loom at the skyline

Bravely staring on

Our sun of eternity pours down as it shines bright

Many souls slumber

On the mountainside below

Dressed in royal robes of green and red

My left hand points to the earth

My right towards the starry sky

Writhing serpent belt of eternity

Wrapped round my waist

Black banner blows in the wind

Emblazoned with the white rose of death

Under the cover of night, by fire light

Blood smoke in my lungs

Moss and blood in my hair

Ash in my eyes, I grip the torch

My light illuminates her ritual

Lost sigil burns in the dark

Her ecstasy shakes the cannon

The future now glows with a blue brilliance

In my mind’s eye I can see a stronghold

With a moat of pure spring water

Spires of cedar and fir