The Path - Darkwood

Shadows and shapes are disappearing

A turning wheel — the cradle of light

The sun comes out of a cloud of smoke

A rune charm — left like an ancient truth

Carved in stone or carved in wood

Lead the path of honest men

Curse the foe and betrayer

You shall be either light or doom!

Fear the strength of will and honour

The curse of gold won’t change the path

You have been the end of all grief

Misery is gone and faded away

In vein the mass tries to spurn your might

The moon — a witness of resistance and strength

See the crumbling of all falsehood

Persistence to those who lie?

Raise a glass and raise a knife

And struggle for the end of hopelessness!

Fear the strength of will and honour

The curse of gold won’t change the path

Fear the strength of life and honour

The curse of gold won’t change the path