Suncatcher - Wilderun

Night is nearing its closure

The earth is yearning for the light

But the skies have frozen over

The sun of my heart cannot pierce the dark

To catch the whisper of the heavens

The black mountain pass must be sought

Where the beast of seelusion awaits

We won’t endure the cold and neither will the dawn

The bitter despair of their starving eyes

Has paved the road that I fear

In the greenest grove

Their savoir will never appear

Nothing I’ve learned holds its meaning

When the soul id cast out of its home

And the scars of my strength never deeping

The stars turn their heads from the tears I have shed

The key had always been my treasure

While the lock was the greater prize

The forest looks straight through the lies

I’ve kept inside

Open your eyes and feel no hate

Towards the darkness you hold

It will not be your fate

The sun may be far away from your crasp

But its flames will remain

Illusions of light never last

An oath I will make to the depths of my core

To die for those who cannot fight this war

To shatter the ice destroying our land

I’ll return the gold in hand or I’ll not return at all

Embrace the shadow

For its path you must follow

I close my eyes and I feel such hate

Will the darkness I hold become my fate?

The sun is so far away from my grasp

Will its flames still remain, when illusions of light fade so fast?

Will the dawn show its face?

Or will its life I’ll forever chase?

The darkest path

Converge where the light will meet the ground

I hear no sound

And see no sign of fortune’s hidden rhyme

How strange it seems the at the edge of life

I could find my way

Cause for today, the road of frozon starlight

I’ve begun

How stands the glass around?

For shame you take no care, my boys

How stands the glass around?

Let wine and mirth abound

The trumpet sounds

The colors they do fly, my boys

To fight, kill or wound

As you would be found

Connected with hard fare, my boys

On the cold ground

Why, soldiers, why?

Must we be melancholy boys

Why, soldiers, why?

Whose business is to die

What sighing?

Fye!

Drink on.

drown fear, be jolly, boys

Tis he, you or I

Wet, hot, cold or dry

We’re always bound to follow, boys

And scorn to fly

Tis but vain

I mean not to upbraid you boys

Tis but vain

For a soldier to complain

Should next campaign

Send us to him that made us boys

We’re free from pain

But should we remain

A bottle and kind landlady

Cures all again