Lyrics Upon These Stones - Wodensthrone

Upon These Stones

Children of the crescent moon, your desert god is silent here*
His poisoned thoughts the teeth of Skoll that would extinguish the light of
Sigel
But this great land of forest and mountain pulses with a spirit of its own
And 'pon these rocks which aeons stood, are carved the names of forgotten gods
We cut the tongues from the mouths of false prophets and set to flame their
houses of deceit
Ing grant that the future remembers through bloodlines, and stories;
the past of our tribe
Tiw!
Thunor!
Woden!
These names are legend, yet we remember not
But there are some that shall not forget