The Shrine Lyrics

The footsteps fall on grass and earth

A mournful song dousing mirth

O'er fallen tree and under vine

For we are marching to the Shrine

When all around us take their sleep

We march on forth ever we weep

Round the tower, don't read the sign

For we are marching to the Shrine

Tell me why you listen no more

Oh I'm not losing sleep anymore

Hiking up through ice and steam

Traversing valley, cliff, and stream

The rising moon an ominous sign

For we are marching to the Shrine

Do tell the seer the sky is turning cold

The world will learn the times of old

The soft snow falls while thoughts unfold

Brings for entities untold

Faces cold and hearts benign

For we are marching to the Shrine

Our thoughts of ellengæst now we store

Oh I'm not crying anymore

Darkness to consume us yearns

It calls but we ne'er turn

We will not yield nor break our line

For we are marching to the Shrine

Our savior not be done by the sage

For the end will be gone, if war we wage

What once was done, be done again

Our thoughts are this world's requiem

A day or night, a breaking fight

Dissonance's beauty in the light