27 October 2012
Based on the Celtic instrumental, The Rite Of The Kraken.
The ground is cold against our feet, Who knows when we will end this climb? The graveyard, dark and oh so sweet, Lamenting in the light of time.
With silent, solemn, eyes, connecting, Warriors, in bloodied rags, In every word ne'er thought, dissecting, Nothing left but stags and crags.
Something from an endless dream, This journey that we lust so much for, Burning passion, fire, seam, Is nothing but a timeless contour.
Rite Of The Kraken • Opuss № I