The Hallowing Of Heirdom letra

Old are the woods
And the buds that do break
From the coarse brier's boughs
When the fierce winds wake

Old are our ways
As the streams that still rise
Where the snow now sleeps cold
In the deep azure skies

So, who are we now
A horde of their ghosts?
Or oaks that were acorns
From the trees of their hopes?

Sing of such a history
Of come and of gone
If their means they were wise
In ourselves they live on

So, who are we now
A horde of their ghosts?
Or oaks that were acorns
From the trees of their hopes?

Winterfylleth - Letras

• A Careworn Heart
• A Memorial
• A Soul Unbound
• A Thousand Winters
• A Valley Thick With Oaks
• An Englishman's Verse
• Æcerbot
• Casting The Runes
• Defending The Realm
• Elder Mother
• Ensigns Of Victory
• Forging The Iron Of England
• Forsaken In Stone
• Foundations Of Ash
• Gateway To The Dark Peak/The Wayfarer (Part 1: The Solitary One Waits For Grace)
• Green Cathedral
• Guardian Of The Herd
• Home Is Behind
• Latch To A Grave
• Led Astray In The Forest Dark
• Mam Tor (The Shivering Mountain)
• Over Borderlands
• Pariah's Path
• The Battle Of Maldon
• The Dark Hereafter
• The Divination Of Antiquity
• The Fate Of Souls After Death
• The Fields Of Reckoning
• The Ghost Of Heritage
• The Glorious Plain
• The Hallowing Of Heirdom
• The Honour Of Good Men On The Path To Eternal Glory
• The Nymph
• The Ruin
• The Shepherd
• The Swart Raven
• The Threnody Of Triumph
• The Wayfarer (Part 2: Awakens He, Bereft Of Kinsmen)
• The Wayfarer (Part 3: To Find Solace... Where Security Stands)
• Void of Light
• Warrior Herd
• Whisper Of The Elements