Who is this Coming?

Within the glade at Glen Cuch Pwyll has seen off a pack of strange hounds from a mighty stag, and has set his one upon it. But the glade falls silent, still, and cold. His breath becomes as mist, and a bone biting cold enters the glade…

Here we are, right where our story begins, where will it end?

From now on, nothing will ever be the same again,

There’s still time, turn back and your life will be just as before,

If you stay your name will be spoken in tales, forevermore.

Forevermore.

Who is this, who is this, who is this coming?

Who is this, who is this, who is this coming?

In your dream do you remember a voice saying your name?

I cast my spell, you came like a insect that flew too close to the flame,

Trees have cried and trapped you within their tears, free no more,

My darkened eyes have always been watching you from Other shores

Other shores.

Who is this, who is this, who is this coming?

Who is this, who is this, who is this coming?

My hounds they call the souls of the dead to walk between the stars,

Ancient eyes reveal the secrets of future present and past,

Here am I, eternal night that is masked by the rising sun,

And I stand at the end of every life that has just begun,

Just begun.