Mealltach - Primordial

Drifting in dreams of memory past

To pray to never wake

Or return to spiritless cages

That held me once before

So mant seasons I’ve seen

A heart as winter’s cold…

To melt in a summer’s passion

To forge a new things that have grown so old

My Gods need me now

I’ve sheltered beneath their sky

My life I would willingly give

For their return, it is but an honour to die

Seasons come and go

Children grow to die

Kings may come

And Kings may go

But our Gods shall rule the sky