Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song
Towers of green glass
They stand aflame with lightning
Perkunas rides home
From a battle far beyond
Look at all the tanks,
Look at all the rockets,
The day of doom has come,
The day has come to die.
Look at all the tanks,
Look at all the rockets
Aeons I lived, now I shall die.
Towers of green glass
Stand aflame with lightning
Perkunas rides out
To ward the rainbow´s bridge
Aeons I lived now
They want me dying,
Aeons I lived,
Now they will die.
Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon,
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song.
Prepare my iron chariot
And bring me my hatchet,
My rod of iron,
My crown of amber.
Aeons I lived now
Hunting the Devil,
Now I set out
To hunt humankind.
Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song.
This is a song I wrote some years ago on a gloomy night in the time after Chrismas / Jul, when the furious host is said to ride through the air, and it just struck me, and I had to write that down. The moon photo, however, I made last week, and just thought it would fit in with the mood.
