Endowment Lyrics - Root

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Through the dark night silent song fly in 

With an antique story enweaved 

Old man's voice only whispering with the Wind 

As string of lute shiver. 

In olden days happened 

Those dark gods sent to man a gift 

Which nobody understand, which nobody want 

Gift really singular, sovereign. 

Long since in dust turned 

Last who knew it and dreamt of it 

Northern winds to its southern brothers 

Only sings and blows of him. 

Through barren hallway of ruined castles 

In deep woods, in diadems of trees 

Sounds woeful song of oblivion 

About what was and might be 

Withheld was gift, oblivion is 

Voice shivers as string of lute 

Elves sings about man who were scorn 

With Blessing of intellect to its children 

Only gales, rock and deep woods know.... 

I am going out of the silver shadows, sitting down dazed under the tree, 

I see stark land, empty souls, silence fall around. 

Lad and gal hold on to their arms and go away through bloody dew, do you hear?