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Ravages of ages

Erosion of old

On purest earthly stone

In my forest cold

History speaks the tales of tyrants

Once upon these ancient shores

Every one, an Ozymandias

Long buried by time and tide

Winds from the iron mountain

Sweep the tides away

Oceans rise and visit distant shores

Yet the current may return someday

My truth is a temple

Of pagan souls

And on towering spires

I proclaim the oath

I swear to the proud skies

And misty lakes

To forever hold true

And live for the oath

The gods are in and all about me

To them I pledge my sword

Till the long away day

We see the return of pleasant shores

Winds from the iron mountain

Sweep the tides away

Oceans rise and visit distant shores

Yet the current may return someday

My truth is a temple

Of pagan souls

And on towering spires

I proclaim the oath