THE HALLS OF HIGH KINGS
A cold wind blows
Through the halls of high kings
Far off fortunes
Grow stale on the wind
The raven knows
Where the dead ones lay
That which sleeps
Shall again, come awake
On the silver coasts of Andilar
The red king's ship did wreck
The augur, he divined the fall
The white raven flew west
The seabirds are enchanted here
They serve the fallen king
From high atop the ivory cliffs
They dive into the sea
Many years have come and gone
Since the misstep of the king
The night he lost the golden key
The night the north winds came
The fulmar has gone off to sea
The king pulls out the tide
He paces in these hills at night
The wind, his battlecry
The red king's heart
Was bound for war
When he set sail from Andilar
His fathers before him
And the old ones before
To battle, they sailed
They battle, no more
Badderlock festoons the decks
Of the sunken silver fleet
The scarlet king and his brave young men
Beneath the sea, they sleep
The contents of a young man's heart
Are made of the dreams that he keeps
Dreams of sky and glory
Dreams of God and sea
The dreams of youth are boundless
As wide as any sea
But every heart is bound to wreck
And even brave hearts weep
This day, the dead
Again, shall rise
The silver thread
To the petrel, is tied
The red king reigns
Where his countrymen lie
That which has sunk
Shall once more, arise
The ravens have grown silent
Where the ancient eel stones lay
The rolling drum beats loudly
From the kingdom's watery grave
The red king and his armies
Ride out upon the wind
They wear the skins of sea snakes
Gripping iron in their hands
You mustn't venture out at night
From the firelight, so warm
The high king and his armies
Draw closer on the storm
The waves crash down upon gray stone
The white horse leads the wind
Every soul that's fallen
Shall see the sky again
The winter wind is wailing
The gorse has gone to seed
The banshee screams
The dunnock sings
The wind whips through the reeds
You mustn't venture out at night
When the ocean's glowing green
The silver chains of Andilar
Will drag you to the sea
A cold wind blows
Through the halls of high kings
Far off fortunes
Grow stale on the wind
The raven knows
Where the dead ones lay
That which sleeps
Shall again, come awake.
