Hallstatt

<br>[Lyrical magick: Proscriptor &amp; Equitant, Musick: Shaftiel &amp; Equitant]<br><br>From an empty house...<br><br>In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky<br>Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky.<br>In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left<br>2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased.<br><br>[Chorus:]<br>&quot;We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!<br>We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!<br>We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!&quot;<br><br>In order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned;<br>Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair.<br>Ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he`s enkindled by the light<br>With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might.<br><br>[Chorus:]<br>&quot;We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!<br>We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!<br>We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!&quot;<br><br>[Bridge:]<br>Hallstatt<br>An Salaan<br>An Bas<br><br>[Troid Warrior:]&lt;/i&gt; &quot;I see a battle; I feel the warp-spasm!&quot;<br>[Ioldanach:]&lt;/i&gt; The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt.<br>[Troid Warrior:]&lt;/i&gt; &quot;Nothing shall draw my eyes away...&quot;<br>[Ioldanach:]&lt;/i&gt; His heart stirs atrociously, now to think.<br>[Troid Warrior:]&lt;/i&gt; &quot;I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!&quot;<br>[Ioldanach:]&lt;/i&gt; The poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the Stone.<br>[Troid Warrior:]&lt;/i&gt; &quot;Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!&quot;<br>[Ioldanach:]&lt;/i&gt; These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate.<br><br>Hallstatt<br>An Salaan<br>An Bas<br><br>[Pre-Avouchment of Parable:]<br>The young ones of Hallstatt, and the sky<br>Silver-ilked spears have been whetted<br>Vast hilts and sheeny torques of gold;<br>Crafted from vanquished legacies.<br><br>Hallstatt<br>An Salaan<br>An Bas<br><br>[Avouchment of Parable:]<br>&quot;Spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaim<br>The fame for 2000 crypts at Hallstatt!&quot;<br><br>[Solo(s): Shaftiel]<br><br>To an empty home.<br><br>In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky<br>Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them<br>bristly in the same shady sky.<br>In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left<br>2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased.<br><br>&quot;We`ll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz!<br>We`ll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls!<br>We`ve whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!&quot;