Cimmeria

I remember the dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes

Cimmeria, land of darkness and deep night
It was so long ago and far away
Cimmeria

It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
All winds and clouds and dreams that Sun the Sun
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds
And the dark woodlands brooding over all

Cimmeria, land of darkness and deep night
Cimmeria

Oh soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills
To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the Sun
How many deaths shall to break at last
This heritage which wraps me in the grey
Apparel of ghosts?
I search my heart and find Cimmeria
Land of darkness and the night

It was so long ago and far away
I have forgotten the very name men called me
I recall only the stillness of that sombre land
The clouds that piled forever on the hills
The dimness of the everlasting woods
Cimmeria, land of darkness and the night