Keeper of Abbeys

歌詞

Keeper of abbeys, his name was carved in the grey stone, it was the angel of the north. Reaching for a last remnant of the light; it catches the high stones. He came down from the moors, he’d seen much better days, he set himself to the rain. Keeper of abbeys, his name was carved in the grey stone, it was the angel of the north. Reaching for the light rising like the cooling towers of the edgelands. Weathered like the stone, long ago he set himself to the rain. Keeper of abbeys, his name was carved in the grey stone, it was the angel of the north. In his eyes, the embers of love, fading and failing, if you look close if you look hard, you can see the traces. He has become the stones; weathered to fall reaching for the last dying ray of light in a valley in the north where a river runs its course. (he had wanted to travel...)