A whisper of chill shivers over the sea
Whipping the whitecaps to treacherous foam
Driving the gulls in a fluster of feathers
Stirring the kelp where the mermaidens roam
A shudder of hooves thunders over the lea
Cracking a whip of a wind-flicking tail
A rider of storms in his cloak-hidden leathers
Swooping a steed through the moondappled dale
Down in the shadows, deep under the loam
Glitters a treasure of warriors gone
Buried forever, forbidden the sun
With bones in the darkness has slumbered so long
And hey, have you heard them go twittering home?
Their names may be many, but still they are one
Time cannot save them, yet they will go on
In story and nightmare til time be undone.
A whisper of chill shivers over the sea
Cracking a whip of a wind-flicking tail
Buried forever, forbidden the sun
In story and nightmare til time be undone
A shudder of hooves thunders over the lea
Glitters a treasure of warriors gone
Time cannot save them, yet they will go on
Stirring the kelp where the mermaidens roam
Down in the shadows, deep under the loam
Their names may be many, but still they are one
Driving the gulls in a fluster of feathers
Swooping a steed through the moondappled dale
And hey, have you heard them go twittering home?
Whipping the whitecaps to treacherous foam
A rider of storms in his cloak-hidden leathers
With bones in the darkness has slumbered so long.
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