Blackbraid - The Dying Breath Of A Sacred Stag (Official Video)
“Blackbraid III”: A world born in the heart of the storm and upon the peaks of black mountains. Here, the warrior’s path is carved against the backdrop of wild, untamed nature, where honor is claimed with the final breath and destiny is etched upon the horizon. Forgotten memories seep through the morning mist among withering autumn leaves, while ancient barrows guard silent tales of flesh and blood surrendered to moss and earth.
Starlight bathes the bones, turning death into ascension, while the spirit, freed from its mortal bonds, becomes part of an endless cosmic tapestry. Deep within resounds the desperate struggle of a soul bound to its own body - a furious yearning to break free, even at the cost of unbearable pain.
Step onto these shadowed paths and let the wind whisper its legends to you.
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The Dying Breath of a Sacred Stag
Upon a great throne of black mountains
Born in the heart of the storm
A keeper of shadow and twilight
A sentinel of lands long forlorn
Born within the eyes of the storm
Now the moons pass like ripples in water
As the young stag grows old with the pines
A beacon of chaos and majesty
Great keeper of twilight
Now wind in the blackened pine whispers
As death creeps in slow with the dusk
The beast slows his breath as the winter takes hold
And surrenders his flesh to the moss
A sacred sepulcher in frost
An offering of antler and blood
Ancient mounds of weeping earth
Bound to me through blood and soil
Sacred shadows cast in thunder
Whispers on the edge of the storm
The dream persists
A haze of memory
Cast adrift
A ripple in time
The dream persists
A haze of memory
Cast adrift
To awaken the night
The blood of my body
Shall flow fourth at starlight
Ancient hymn of storm and shadow
Skies ablaze with memory at dusk
My spirit unbound under pale moonlight
The moss surrounds my bones
The dream persists
A haze of memory
Cast adrift
A ripple in time
The dream persists
A haze of memory
Cast adrift
To awaken the night
The dust of my spirit
Shall flow forth at twilight
A sacred sepulchre in frost
An offering of flesh to the moss
