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Kurgan Funeral ChantI return from whence I cameMy body, withered and wrecked I feed the earth with my ruin my soul becomes a restless entity Lay me within my barrow tomb And heap my spoils around me Slaughter my horses and bury their reins So I may ride on glorious shores beyond... Send me to meet with my fathers And clash with Zopyrion's arms to riddle with Agni and watch over men Earthen roots consume the fallen Our bodies rot, our weapons rust Dirge of Hades, howl agony and tears of flame Tables set for the glorious banquet of the slain. Gaze afar, gaze beyond, Into unbound horizons ride! Darkened skies branch anew with rising dawn Unmade our essence soars to clouded realms Fated to be cleansed by feral streams Our purposeless being, The vision of fools The sins of our fathers Deposed was our rule I sing the funeral chant of my kin, In the endless wake of our battles, did we win? We sent the weak to the ground In the endless wake out our battles, what was found? Our Purposeless being, the vision of fools Our efforts for nothing, The threads of life begin… to fray Hear my final words, for everything returns to nothing. Gone, the jewelled spires of splendid cities, The victories of invincible armies, Gone The hordes of earthly kings, their names pass to legend, gone Our conquests are forgotten, I am the voice of unbecoming I dwell without end or remembrance, Until ... |