Hall Of Tales - Suidakra

There’s darkness everywhere in the hall of time

But a low glowing fire shines on lonly silhouettes

Nigh colums of chilliads with runes of fate

Scalds, bards and minstrels stare into the flames

Their lonly voices soar into the silence

Like a glint into the feeble light

Some runes start to shine in silvery letters

Forgotten stories of ruins and ne’er ending blight:

Far away from now in sunken times

A fair young maiden followed the wind

A will — o'- the — wisp led her astray

Into a vale of bleakness and grief

Thousands of men — struck the marching tune

So they died and she greets seeding tears

And waiting for harvest

Far away from now in sunken times

A travelling lad followed an old path

His thoughts stray constantly to the sky

Where elfs and wyverns fly

His colleen by his side with so bright eyes

Shillelagh won’t ever fly again

Far away from now in sunken times

An old bard sung with the wind

The trees on an old path told him

Of a place his thoughts still long for

A hall of ancient wisdom and lore

In the eclipse of abandoned time:

There’s darkness …