Where The Runes Still Speak - Candlemass

Rain and thunder, fire and wind

Come with me, I leave with the tide

I wrap my cloak closer 'round my shoulders

To keep me warm from the raging storm

The spirits are here to guide my journey

Over the edge of the world

A thousand wounds cry in my soul

Love and pain, a bleeding heart

Where the runes still speak

I 'm coming home

Where the runes still speak

Alone I stand on this stony coast

Winds of spring whisper through the trees

The grey horizon gives me life again

Tee, and stone, the voices of the gods

No woman can show me where the fire burns

No preacher can tell me who I am My blood is calling me from Asaland

I’m on my way home in the end

A homeward son will claim his heritage

Walk the soil of this earth

The pen will be his mighty sword

And the truth his defence

I’ve travelled roads that lead to wonder

I’ve seen cities rise and fall

The burden, the cross of a pilgrim

I bear no more, the son is coming home

You closed the door, but I won’t give

Somewhere my new life will begin

Countless treasures I shared with you

The only one left is my solitude