The Watcher's Monolith Lyrics - Marrow Of The Spirit - Agalloch

Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the monolith 

Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls 

Two arms reach out a cloak of silent nihil 

Revenants untouched by the scythe 

They are lost in the dark woods of time 

Aloft in the landscape that you hail 

I am the fog that seeps over here in the early hours 

Standing proud in the hollow of the land 

A vestige of deeper purity etched in spirit against the sky 

The menhir had runes carved in limbs of oaken sovereignty 

and could see the ages growing from within the palms 

I can feel the era slipping into oblivion, 

no longer grasping the textures 

I am slowly becoming stone 

As wolves celebrate the dusk, 

an old voice of wisdom haunts the vale 

Shapes flicker in the fire light through the windows 

The woodlands burn with grace 

Their silence drowns the age 

As wandering ghosts pass through the flames 

A new age of rebirth lights the dawn 

But who are they who pass by the window? 

The shapes; like black solar wheels scorched in the snow 

by gods of the stone... 

This elder stone shall never fall! 

Cast the aeons into the void 

So that no other can seek them 

No age, no hands shall taint them 

Pour the sorrows into the sun 

They are lost forever in dark woods of time 

Carve the symbols into the stone 

So that another can find them 

No age, no hands shall change them 

Pour the ages into the sun 

They are lost forever in the dark woods of time