Midnight Sun

I wander in the mists of memory Unseen in faded light Vibrations in the marrow Summoned by the ghosts Forgotten in my blood I feel cold and disparate Hey! Dragged into wasteland by the marching of the sun The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul Ho! Ignite the fire within a living host I fear what my soul has become A shallow vessel malcontent I am the coldest steel Shapeless and darkling Laid down upon the heath Reforged beneath the midnight sun I am an ageless face Passed from blood to blood And when I touch the earth I find that she and I are one No rift of time will will sever roots Untouched by creeping ice No apathy behind my eyes the past is alive I feel cold and disparate Hey! Dragged into wasteland by the marching of the sun The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul Ho! Ignite the fire within a living host No rift of time will will sever roots Untouched by creeping ice No apathy behind my eyes the past is alive --- Midnight Sun - Wormwitch