Two Wolves

The Hunters. The twisting waft of prophecy A malediction uttered through the hollows in the hills A gift of solar lineage They descend like falling light Two bolts collide upon the mortal plane Two hunters pace beyond the astral gate The soil itself will sing their name: The song of souls, memory risen in stone A monument to primal grace The shaded fortress Unearthly glow Laughing like the dead, blood is spilled upon the throne Forgotten hymn, Incantation writ of old Son of fairy father comes, Blackened in the cold The Hunted. The cruel hand of prophecy three hundred pyres risen in the ruin under snow Raven remains Grief beyond his years To die a slave Baptised in ash and tears