As he walked the barren fieldsAnd salted the earthThe rain was an echoAnd all the seasons pale and sullenIn tears of sorrow and longingThe wanderer fallsAlone adrift in damming silenceHis blood is drawnHe left us an opusFor a thousand aeons to comeIn Runes of salted writingIn Tears and bloodRide on, Spirit of JoyAlthough the land is dyingAnd all the voices singing of hope are goneFly on, Spirit of JoyAnd shine the daylight uponThe heart of the new-born oneYour Echoes Shall alwaysResound through our hallsYour ghost in reverenceEmbrace to haunt meAnd his name shall never be knownAll his reasons forgottenAnd goneLike the wind that drowned his screamsThe salted earth aloneIt wept and drew his formPreserving his EssenceA Stark reminder to allRide on, Spirit of JoyAlthough the land is dyingAnd all the voices singing of hope are goneFly on, Spirit of JoyAnd shine the daylight uponThe heart of the new-born oneRide on, Spirit of JoyAlthough the land is dyingAnd all the voices singing of hope are goneFly on, Spirit of JoyAnd shine the daylight uponThe heart of the new-born one
