Intro
Beneath the frost and towering pines,
Lie stones of lore from ancient times.
Runes carved deep by hands long past,
Whispers of secrets that forever last.
Verse 1
Through forests dense, in shadows I tread,
The runes call forth from the earth’s cold bed.
Markers of fate, etched in stone,
In silent halls where winds have blown.
Chorus
Hymns of the runestones, sung through the night,
Guides of the lost in the moon's pale light.
Silent keepers, wisdom untold,
Paths through the mists, where legends unfold.
Verse 2
Through ice-clad fields and mountains high,
The ancient runes watch, with unseen eyes.
They mark the graves of kings long gone,
Their stories live, as the ages move on.
Bridge
Othala, Fehu, secrets remain,
In stone-bound halls, untouched by pain.
Verse 3
In circles carved, by moonlight crowned,
The seeker kneels, on sacred ground.
Blood and stone, a rite once more,
Unlock the runes, reveal the lore.
Chorus
Hymns of the runestones, sung through the night,
Guides of the lost in the moon's pale light.
Silent keepers, wisdom untold,
Paths through the mists, where legends unfold.
Outro
Beneath the frost, where the stones lie still,
Echoes of runes, their song shall fill.
A hymn for the seekers, lost in the veil,
The runestones whisper, their ancient tale.