Running Towards My Rebirth

In the mist-covered hills he was born
Between ancient stones and the beating of the drum
But the world beyond the valleys seduced him
And he set out in search of glory, gold, and crying
In the dark realms his soul was lost
Between blades, shadows and vain promises
But in the night he remembered the fire of the home
And motherly laughter on the old mornings

The wind called out the name of the village
And the ancient river sang what was left

Home, o home, old flame burning
Mother, your voice has never ceased to envelop me
I return from darkness, I return to life
In the clan, in the home, I am reborn to flourish

He remembered the days running in the meadows
Of feasts, of golden nectar and of songs
From his mother's hand on his tired shoulder
He said, son, keep your heart from deceit
Then he returned his horse to the sacred north
He followed the stars and the ancestral oak
Every step sought forgiveness from the gods
Every tear washed away his mortal past

The warriors raised their arms to heaven
The druid smiled and the fire danced
His mother held him in her arms in silence
And the time of the shadows was finally silent

Home, o home, old flame burning
Clan, my blood, my kingdom, my living
I forget the shadows that dared to hurt
In the home, in the clan, I will forever exist

And in the hills of mist he lives
Singing stories of error and redemption
For no path is lost
To the one who returns home and to the heart