Sentinel

Epoch perennial
 Unending burial
 Sentry of the land
 A lord with no command
 On hallowed ground
 A chieftain once revered
 For his knowledge of the land
 Provider turned to prey
 With a twitch of nature's hand
 A peril unforeseen
 By the writing in the stars
 Similaun as a tomb
 Opens ceremonial scars
 The day was rife with possibility
 The smell of carrion on the wind
 A figure breached the soft tranquility
 A copper arrow breached the skin
 Death-addled yet demands to fight
 The rogue Tyrolean from the North
 A smooth release, the killing blow
 The world of watchers beckons him home
 Time becomes a child's game
 Millennia to stake his claim
 And still he has command of sight
 And still he has command of sight
 Keeper of the rocks and rain
 Aeons pass before his eyes
 As generations turn to mist
 A seer rooted to the clay
 Prophesied to preexist
 Blighted by command of sight
 A nameless witness of the earth
 The wisdom of a thousand lives
 Relegated to the dirt
 "Gods above! Forgive me!
 Let them find their own way
 And release me to my dreams"
 "Gods above! Forgive me!
 Let them find their own way
 And release me to my dreams"
 Aphonic the refrain
 And here he will remain
 Doyen of the wind and snow and rain
 If forever could be drawn
 The eternal pantheon
 A palette made of rock and blood and bone
 A sentence served in ice
 A silent sacrifice
 Omniscience lost with every new sunrise
 Enshrined in land's expense
 A consecrated trance
 Devoid of recompense