They sat beneath the moon-lit sky about the night
appeared, then vanished; wrapped in the woolskin from chill and
the ones whose proudest lost thier will to live

What on Earth, make these for your
struggling onward through the freezing wind
A time of storm swept means
awoke their hearts of inherited hatred
so for evermore these words of old
its meaning would soon unfold
trapped in that winter world of waiting

Of what were the questions?
What were they waiting for?
This at the monolith

The mystic days of doom
foretold in tales
as hammered by some runes
from father to son
forfathers were in tune
at the gallows gate
enchanted by the moon
and a thousand questions
about the monolith's make

Eternal moments, endless
its were seldom spoken
therefore the oath was never broken

At the first sight of peoples he's gone
its meaning, into the air/earth
From father to son