My Faith is not welcome here I Break the young and the cold
There is a Darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it?
I've built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I've cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I've wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats
I've played the tyrant's hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I've prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of Filth You say you know me? Do you? I'm the poison in your veins My Faith it is not welcome here
The Wilderness is Gathering all its Children in...
[Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga] [Music: MacAmlaigh and Primordial]
["The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men's Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand."]