Scáth Na Déithe - Misery Beyond Time

Lamenting decay by virtue of perpetuated existence Bearing witness to dissolution Hollow worship, Self-diminishing, Split the earth The crooked hands of dejection grasping through decrepitude incessant Lonely reminder above, solitary and barren The displaced head of ruined deity Power washed out as tides from silent peninsula Oh could bones be counted, The endless record of a withered life A misery beyond time, Remnant to linger Foul reminder of inert decay Spit out regrets, they choke, they ravage Ancient potency falters, glimmers of glorious youth and beauty Oh could lives be surrendered A final end, irrevocable consummation, Dissipate, Sink, Fade Leave behind world that forgets A final denouncement drips from dying mouth Scornful declaration tarnished with despair, Subdued, Broken, Withered A final lament A final lament “Ebb tide has come to me as to the Sea, It is riches you love, And not people, As for us, When we lived, It was people we loved”