Adorned With the Figures of Snakes, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

You have never left
You have returned to the valleys, the woods and the brooklet
Nothing you have touched lies bereft
You have taken, you have repayed each debt
The wind, then it became...
The ghostly hiss of serpent's breath
Reciting splintered legacy over storm-toppled trees
And guttering the torches
That image I still bare in my heart of hearts
Arms adorned with the blue of the clan tattoo
Ancient patterns of your flesh and blood
Edling Dumnonii, nursed of the dew
The very same water that soaks my skin of mornings
(adorned with the figures of snakes)
Engulfed in the weald's darkish resting veil
I know I have witnessed the Dyfnient chieftains that are gone
Sons of Beli Mawr, the first of us all
With different names and different faces now
Once mounted on a pure grey horse of shadow
He who still dances in pale broken colour... as ashed and cinereous
Shorn of the beams and blazonry of its form
No more of this waking sleep
Through Dumnonian woods their presence lies deep
(no more of this waking sleep)