Age Of Runes Lyrics - Black Moon Rising - Falconer

Fates now faded from a twilight time 

when heathen hearts whitened and waned 

told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes 

treading in times when runes did reign. 

Winds do whisper of fame and fortune, 

the stone is standing for the pagan pride 

for bonds of of blood the widow wept. 

Her kindred kept her tears in tide. 

During the sacred tunes 

there is steel to the stone. 

Raised in the age of runes, 

oh memorial throne. 

Grand the granite carved and cut, 

the mourner's monument of stone by steel. 

In sinuous serpents from a mason's mind 

the fortunate find what the runes reveal. 

Read the red and taste the tales, 

hearken the hammers beating blows 

solemnly singing from the yesteryears 

of tales and tears and a widow's woe.