Sixty winters and six long past
Carved my path into the stones
Weathered lines familiar to my touch
I know them deep within my bones
I have stood here so many times before
Tracing lines with aging hands
All that’s left is the desire for reclamation
Or the ability to forget
Once more for the days long past
Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost
I remember the breath of desolation
Sighing through the battlefields
With age came the heavy price of slaughter
I traded innocence for steel
Celtic steel
Seen in fragments, memories of the days
When all was simple, all was clear
When I was young the world was filled with wonder
No sorrow known, no hate or fear
So as I lay my hand upon the stone
I think of all of those I’ve lost
The lives I’ve stolen, the lives forever gone
The cost of battles lost or won
We will never reclaim
Those gilded days of old
But our fates are our own to weave
No destiny
No distant god
Once more for the days long past
Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost