MOUNTAINS OF MIST

He rose with the dawn on the mountains of mist  

Where the stones wore crowns of frost  

Barefoot he walked where no Roman dared  

Through silence the spirits had crossed

The wind spoke in tongues of the old ones lost  

And the sky turned silver and wide  

He knelt by the cairn where the ravens wheel  

And the veil between worlds grew thin

O Brude, O Brude, son of flame and stone  

Your eyes are stars, your heart unknown  

The mist shall part, the truth shall rise  

And Caledon shall hear your cries