Prehistoric War Cult - Unto The Ancient Streams Of Mist And Slumber

Rivers of life
Downwards the shores
Cliffs, like trees
Sprung from cold soil

Ancient streams
Flow of time
Forgotten currents
Lost in dead ground

Gagged by roots older than the earth
Winds bring visions of other times
And places beyond life

A slumber forever undisturbed
In forests of vapor

Axes and spears raised towards the sky
Thunder roaring - eternal battle cry
Warriors, doomed to perish in vein
On this final battlefield to die!

The end gleaming in their eyes
Minds barren of thought