Laga, Ragalor — Roots Not Chains

Snow Took The Road
Snow Took The Names From Stone
But Beside The Fire
We Spoke Them Back To Life
Each Winter Laid Its Silence On The Land
It Filled The Ruts And Hid The Boundary Stones
The Paths Once Worn By Those Before My Birth
Disappeared Beneath A World Of White
Yet By The Hearth, Their Names Returned In Flame
In Songs, In Stories
In The Scarred Old Table
In Earth That Fed Our Blood From Year To Year