Lights on the Hill - Cult Of Luna

This land owns him

It speaks through his bones

Deeper cuts than any man could endure

Time is not his ally

Like water hollows out stone

Anger sparks the will to see the world burn

A pariah with a heavy heart

His vision is long gone

An outcast doomed to wander alone

Under a pine his rage dances on

From afar, just a light on the hill

Until his hate rains down on them

An answer summoned from all his might

Balls of fire and lightning that strikes

Death cannot break their bond