Lyrics

Through wind and wood, where spirits speak,
A shadow moves, both wild and meek.
No name he bore when first he came,
But Veltaur now they sing his name.

The Silent One walks where the beasts do roam,
With hands like stone and a heart of loam!
The moon guides his path, the storm sings his song,
Through fire and fang, he walks alone—but not for long!

He took no shape but that of man,
No beast’s skin graced his weathered hand.
Yet wolves did bow and crows took flight,
For all who saw him knew his might.

The Silent One walks where the beasts do roam,
With hands like stone and a heart of loam!
The moon guides his path, the storm sings his song,
Through fire and fang, he walks alone—but not for long!

They say the land whispers his fate,
Guided by winds no man can sate.
No clan, no kin, no home he claimed,
Yet all of nature knew his name.

Did he come from skies afar?
A spirit lost, a fallen star?
Or was he forged in Mulgore’s womb,
A child of thunder, of earth and bloom?

The Silent One walks where the beasts do roam,
With hands like stone and a heart of loam!
The moon guides his path, the storm sings his song,
Through fire and fang, he walks alone—but not for long!