One Tired Wise Lyrics

Here on the Polar River
One Tired Wise was fading
Into embraces of death
Unfulfilled duty to be
In this world didn't give him
The very last breath
He asking Death: Come and take me...
My sacral knowledge
Spotless of sins
I'm ready to pass it
To my successor
Cannot keep the spirit anymore
No more...
The flesh is weary and sore

In the depths of Taiga
Wolves as true guards are silent
Awaiting the time
In the resonance with winds
The Kamlath' drumming
Slides over the ice
He asking Death: Come and take me...
My sacral knowledge
Spotless of sins
I'm ready to pass it
To my successor
Cannot keep the spirit anymore
No more...
His flesh is weary and sore

Pulsation of the blood
The rhythm of the earth
The Tired Wise
The centuries are silent
Into the endless dance
To open the gate
The centuries are silent
The Tired Wise
Pulsation of the blood
The rhythm of Kamlath

He asking Death: Come and take me...
My sacral knowledge
Spotless of sins
I'm ready to pass
To my successor
Cannot keep
No more...