They Rode On - Watain

Out of the dark, into the light

In the dawn of terrestrial birth

New-born yet older than time

Conceived in the depths of the Earth

Though strange lay the waters from which they emerged

They glanced upon the world as their own

Yet deep in their hearts they knew all the time

That this was not really their home

So they rode on

Yes, they rode on

On hidden roads, through barren wastelands

Untrodden by both man and beast

From the distance their fire was gleaming

Like a lamp amidst dark eternity

A bitter moon hovered above them

The night lit sole by its glow

From high in a sky of ominous dye

In which dark clouds drifted slow

So they rode on

Yes, they rode on

They rode with shut eyes as the sun rose

Regardless of earth’s vanity

But with wide open eyes, they paced the night

And pondered its mysteries

They sat at the crossroads with high and with low

Yet neither could alter their course

Riches were offered unto them

Yet indifferent and without remorse

They rode on

Yes, they rode on

And each lonely vagrant that crossed their path

Felt how his heart grew cold

Yet be marvelled at their scarred faces

So beautiful, distant and old

Some say they’ve heard them singing

In strange tongues of melancholy

Of the gods, of the night, and of glory

Of the dead, and their memory

Oh, they rode on

Yes, they rode on

Say goodbye to the light

Come twilight, come dark night

Say goodbye to the light

Come twilight, come dark night

Could you have rode there with them?

Would you have joined their march?

Or would you have them ride on?

Away into the dark?

Would you have been able to let go?

Of illusions of right and of wrong?

And if they came to die

Would you have rode on?