Echoes of the old
Where the winds have blown
Whispers of the old gods
Carried on the breeze
Through the ancient woods
Across the midnight seas
There voices rise in the dark
Like a long-lost prayer
Calling us back
To the realms they once held dear
In the ruins of time
Where the stones still stand
Stories of the old ones
Written in the sand
Their power lingers in the earth and sky
Silent but strong
As the ages pass by
Whispers of the old gods
Carried on the breeze
Through the ancient woods
Across the midnight seas
There voices rise in the dark
Like a long-lost prayer
Calling us back
To the realms they once held dear
Beneath the stars
In the cold night air
We hear their song
A forgotten prayer
In the heart of the storm
In the calm of the sea
The whispers of the old gods
They set us free
Whispers of the old gods
Carried on the breeze
Through the ancient woods
Across the midnight seas
There voices rise in the dark
Like a long-lost prayer
Calling us back
To the realms they once held dear
Zither Harp