Watchtower Son Lyrics
Warden I am, Lemurian guardThrough these lonely hillsWhere the hands of moory fogReach for the beating heartsScarlet harvest moonI have watched you for so longEach of your calm seasWhere the oceans of sand dance frigidDreamworld LunarianWhen the world and moon were torn apart"Through the uncouth timeswhen under the Christian vencerthe ancient heathen faiths stirredstealthy and the pale moon of Britainlooked on strange deeds in the ruins of Tacriconand Hexhaus and by the shadowed towersalong Nadrians crumbling wall..."
Dawn Of Relic Watchtower Son
