The Gathering

LIZ METAL

Dragon of the Aesir
Mar 3, 2002
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A past arisen
From all ancient times it comes
Like shadows swirling about the moors
Fog crawling along the trails of time
Mountains slithering, inching to keep up
A Gathering to be held far beyond
For all the Ancient Ones
All the creatures of old
Shadows and substance worn from age
Giant trees, gaurdians of the Woods
Kings and Gods from all corners brought
To discuss the fate of this world
The Gathering is to begin
A decesion to be made before Chaos is crowned
Now all together at this secret Stone Hedge
To decide what future lies ahead
Before the future comes
A Great King is about to die
His mystic world shut him out
His mind is now wild with fear
Possessed by the spell of victory
The Gathering sees war ahead
No way to stop the what is to be
Why would Fate want it this way?
To chose death over life
The Great King is now dead
Lying cold at Avalon's doorstep
What will become of this world?
In Whirlwinds of fire
Creeping war at hand
This whole world goes under
The Mystic world destroyed
The Gathering lost forever