stormbringer stormbringer
bring me a storm
let me be lightning
let me be born
let me be fire high up in the sky
go to the place where I can not die
I saw the Valkyries
head of the wind
the way to Valhalla
the ice on my skin
the blood of my ancestors
all gone before
when gods and fallen angels
they all went to war
stormbringer stormbringer
sing me a song
a song of our history
that lasts all day long
of heroes and villains
and dames in distress
of thunder and rain
that comes out of the West
so many nights have I wandered alone
through dreams and through nightmares
Stonehenge sacred stones
the visions of ghosts and banshees without form
that bring the release of the soul in the storm
stormbringer stormbringer
now I have done
you know in my heart
that the red blood does run
run to the mountains
fall up to the night
to then disappear
in the moon of the light
stormbringer stormbringer
bring me a storm
let me be lightning
let me be born
let me be fire high up in the sky
go to the place where I can not die
Deemed One of the Top 10 indie Fantasy releases of 2010 by Fantasy Book Critic, and listed in the first ever Publishers Weekly Indie Select issue, the original 235k word epic title was written in longhand in a Texas prison cell by M. R. Mathias.
The first instalment of The Tales of Bowen unfolds a mesmerizing anthology of narratives intricately woven together by a grand overarching storyline, set against the enchanting backdrop of the mystical realms of Dagonfell.
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