Borknagar

Awakened by the hands of Autumn
The hands which made me sleep
Straight in the eyes of Winter
Was a shadow, vague yet deep
A creature, spine of the essence
Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin
The force behind my cause
The hands that fold me within
Awakened beneath a restless sky
By mountains which darken the day
Shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers
- The heart and soul of my way -