A flock of birds ascends as the dreamer awakes
I behold without breath a world ablaze
The wooden halls stand in flames
The mountain fortress crumbles
The pantheon of oak is under siege
My mouth is filled with ashes
Every breath tastes like defeat
I flee in search of shelter
Towards the mountain peaks
I leave this ravaged land
I retreat to contemplate
Where I can become one
With mist and snow
With wind and stone
I ride on the back of the last of the black wolves
I bring with me the antler of the last of the white stags
I seek counsel with the spirits of the wild
Residing in the ruins of melting glaciers high above
A feral force shall gather
Stormclouds herald the way
A thawing glacierheart
Starts beating for the last time
The spirits of the night shall enlighten the darkened sky
As the wild hunt heads for the world of man
Within the forge of progress
Ancient forests vanish
I grieve for the scalped hills
As the glacier's heart falls silent
The white stag won't ever reach the forgotten glade
All that is wild and free will die on this fateful day
Everything of beauty
Everything worth living for
Will be engulfed by flames
Will be consumed by machinery
I shall perish, fading ghostlike into the night
Desperate yet knowing that my sacrifice was not in vain
So I shall perish, leaving this world forever
Desperate yet knowing that I brought twilight into the world of man
