Lyrics The Runemaster - Jarlshof

By the loch sat the old man in the cold mornings fresh breeze
The autumn mist rolls down the hill and slithers through the trees
With mind of fire and eyes of ice he is one with solitude
Ancient wisdom guides his soul as he begins to carve the runes

Names of the fallen, remembered for all time
Through the symbols carved on stone, legacy forever alive
A thousand winters has since passed and still the runestones stand
For a thousand more, they will remain on the northern lands

The skyline is ablaze with the setting sun
Golden light cast upon the names of those now gone
Secrets passed through centuries, knowledge now old
All father above, let their tales be told

The old man carves the name of his son
A boy sent south to die
Made immortal through the runes
He rests in hall up high