Moonsorrow Echo
a roamer seeking serenity
wounded by the claws of beasts
to the shade, to the shelter of the woods
the song of our fathers echoes
the gore of battle follows
knocking on our doors
onto the shores, over the waters
the song of our fathers echoes
so brief the earthly journey
yet no need for fear
beyond the seas, to the end of time
the song of our fathers echoes
