Khors - Sacrament of Buyan


Waves are breaking on the rocks 
The moonlight is scattered on the water 
Night has fallen on the old island 
Wrapping the splinter of earth with darkness 

The ancient land remembers 
Reflections of great battles 
The eternal land still keeps 
Secrets and ashes of the ancient 

Flares of lightnings, peals of thunder, 
Abate over wood, letting the light through 
And the sun, breaking through the embrace of the gloom 
Will warm the Earth, bringing life to her

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