Outlive The Hand Lyrics - Be'lakor

In death she spoke of waiting 

Her final days were long 

These fields have changed since last she wept 

Before the silent throng 

She sits where childhood memories lie 

Above, beside, within them 

The carvings have outlived the hand 

Which bled to first begin them 

As features of the landscape merge 

The oldest trees are falling 

Awareness sweeps the view aside 

She stares as if recalling 

Seen first beyond the canopy 

They soon had reached the borders 

The clouds infused with burning breath 

Arrived from coldest corners 

The windswept valley hastens now 

As dying words are uttered 

From lips of earth and sapling's strain 

Like leaves, her last thoughts fluttered 

Again it darkens overhead 

The knowledge of it stills me 

And when the water starts to fall 

Preserve the drop that kills me