The Mourning River
Matthew Wagner, Peter Slate
Through the gallows I walk
Through the cold rain and mud
The masses cry for vengeance
Attainted to the plains of Umbra
The scaffold awaits death
As I approach my fate
My spirit escapes to a place
The mourning river of beauty
At the river I drink
From the chalice of Kings
I've been renewed again
To ride with the Gods
Throughout eternity
I shall live again
I now wear this Amulet
Conjured from the Sun
Woven by nightfall
And silver shadows
A talisman of winds
The protection of the Earth
Courses through my body
The primal sea sings in my heart
I close my eyes
To feel the majick pulse
To be united with
Earth, Fire, Wind and Sea