Anahata - Forefathers

Sweat travels down the valley of my furrowed brow
So many lost to the creeping darkness
Cut deep through the fallen's blood and bone
To the hillside we rallied at dawn
Slouched low now where I once stood tall
Yet the quest remains the same through it all

I travel down the paths that lead me home
I smell the leaves as they turn from green to gold
I remember this land well

I know those trees like my forefathers
I feel the stream coursing through my veins

Have I finally slipped away?
Or was this the path I was meant to take?
Do I see the echoes of a distant time
For reason or for fleeing rhyme?

I know those tree like my forefathers
I feel the stream coursing through my veins

Hear the songs that no other hear
Walk the paths that all of your peers will fear
Wield the torch of a thousand fleeting times
Be the Sigurd to this age of human kind

I know those trees like my forefathers
I feel the stream coursing through my veins