The Oak

Do you still feel the lust?
To feel the thrill, to taste the steel
When your beard has greyed and thinned
Can you still ride the wind?
Will crippled hands still hold a blade?
Strength return your Golden Age
To stare into the past
You bore the scars, you wore the blood
You won the crown, you won their love
Do you remember?
Clawing ages through the mazes of time
Embrace this violent mind
If this is the last time
Steel your nerve, become the man
Buried deep in heartaches past
Don’t you remember?
Clawing ages through the mazes of time
Embrace this violent mind
War cries whispered through the trees
Screams entombed by silent tongues
Spiral visions from your mind
Bloodlet fields conceal their fear
Seering rotgut dulls the knife
Spiral visions from your past
These bones will bring now the ages gone