The Kinsmen Awaits

Turn your face to the sky
 Feel the rain wash your fears away
 One last breath of cold air
 Soon our darkness will fall...
 We gathered our clans in the dead of the night
 Rode for a fortnight and one
 We set up the camp and prepared for our lives
 We sharpened our battleworn blades
 As enemies came
 The moon shone in purple and red
 The clashing of swords
 Our roars swiftly silenced by steel
 Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free
 Death is life, our kinsmen awaits
 In the hall of clans
 The lives that were lost lit the heavens like stars
 Bodies lay silent and still
 The battle was sealed with a river of blood
 The blackbird's lament from afar
 The moon disappeared
 And clouds brought a rainfall then cold
 A moment of fear
 Then faces of lost kings appeared
 Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free
 Death is life, our kinsmen awaits
 In the hall of clans
 Turn your face to the sky
 Soon your darkness will fall