Under oak trees in this deathly barrow,
Old is this feeling, all I do is yearn,
The dales are dark and overgrown with briars.
Joyless is this place, full often here,
The absence of my kin, falls sharply on my soul!
While I alone, at break of dawn must walk!
I remain the length of summer days,
Where I weep my many hardships,
Contrive to rest my careworn heart.
Far off in some distant land,
Frozen by storms and under stony cliffs,
In desolate realms near torrid seas!
And call to mind a stronger time,
Grief must always be my friend,
Of she who mourns for her beloved.
- The Divination of Antiqui..
- Whisper of the Elements
- Warrior Herd
- A Careworn Heart
- Foundations of Ash
- The World Ahead
- Over Borderlands
- Forsaken In Stone
- 1. A Careworn Heart
- 2. Forsaken In Stone
- 3. Ensigns Of Victory
- 4. Casting the Runes
- 5. A Hostile Fate (The Wayfa..
- 6. The Threnody of Triumph
- 7. The Wayfarer (Part 3: To ..
- 8. When the Woods Were Young
- 9. A Memorial
- 10. The Glorious Plain