Byrging: Embrace of Longing


Chasing after the echoes of future dreams
Searching for a reason to fall asleep
Awakened the ghosts of distant past
The wind carries the whispers of the gods

Shadows on a forgotten path
Overgrown with flowers of death
Trees rise from long-lost trail
Longing for a friends axe

Cast away fallen into decay
Earth crumbles beneath my sorrow
Fire burns in my head
Never stagnant

Shadows on a forgotten path
Overgrown with flowers of death
Trees rise from long-lost trail
Longing for a friends axe
This ever-lasting conflict
Between right and wrong
This one time chance
for the embrace of...

There's no reason to be sad
but I'm afraid I must.