THE WATCHER
By James Thompson
Verse 1
Mist whirls up from the valley,
Women watching from the knoll,
Standards float on morning breezes,
Soon to see the tragic toll.
Princes mount the winds to vanquish foreign riders,
Sovereign kings defy the reigning western guard,
White-hot fire breathes out demon exultation,
And the Watcher rises high.
Verse 2
Rivers flowing from their courses,
Distant drums and trumpets sound,
Edna sings The Roar of Lions,
Mountains tremble to the ground.
Enoch speaks the word and all the heavens echo,
With the voice of thousands, shouts and splits the night,
Savage cannons thunder violence in the valleys,
And the Watcher rises high.
Bridge/Chorus
Crying in the night while stars are falling,
Smoking flares across the burning sky,
Sweeping flames against the charring forest,
Voices howl, the Chosen One is nigh.
Enoch speaks the word and all the heavens echo,
With the voice of thousands, shouts and splits the night,
Savage cannons thunder violence in the valleys,
And the Watcher rises high.
