Over Borderlands - Winterfylleth

Evil blossomed in all men’s breasts

Brand hot malice boiled their minds

Grew hot the varicoloured poison

Was evident in their injurious word

A mood of ill thought toward other men

With murder wound about

A king commands the strong ones to go

March the stone of the street

From their solid plain, go forward

Tread the earth-ways to green plains new

Their errand in doctrines did lead to other lands

By the king’s word, from the earth

To make resurrection, to lay their land to rest

Limbs to gather up, spirits to take

Not for the many, but serve only the few

Forth they came to the people announce

Whom they as gods in might understood

Then set out they, to go forth and claim

As him the Lord who had appointed them

Over the boundary paths

Where the bodies of those who stood

The corpses of their fathers

Had in struggle been concealed!

Then the elders again began, sinful to say

That it by magic arts was done

By glamour, that the bright one

Spake before men and left them judged!