1. |
Witch of November
07:59
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Be a martyr or be a soldier
the old Earth won’t tell
And all those winters you have
raised your shield against the wind
Her cracking hands
her creaking limbs will be
shadows across the grave
Wet reaching roots
in the hollows of the skull
And still the cold
of the old witch
will come again
She comes again
each November
Through the dust and webs
of the window
Looking out across the field
A distant glimpse of ragged robes
Lurking at the forest edge
A white blindness in her eyes
Now scratching at the door
Sowing seed or taking life
We all bend a simple knee
Blessed hearts of bloodied angels
Losing sight of sacred wind
and falling rain
Her Earthen witchcraft
summoning Autumn winds
She casts her spell
Her icy breath upon your neck
A shiver rattling through your bones
To cast aside
the precious warmth of summer
Takes your heart in her silvery veil
She pulls you in…
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2. |
Burning Your Eden
07:30
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Turn your sight and then be gone
you've touched the end of the wild
There lies nothing for you beyond
but the cracking of hungry guns
and the plight of all that kneel
to the god of stone and steel
Rejoin the pack with all you've learned
so that we may rise before it all burns
Is there a place in fabled heaven
for all the beasts you feared?
You know that our souls will haunt you
in the silence of your years
Drain a glass of all your greed
to slake your final thirst
Know that you have taken more
than She can ever give birth
Moonrise when you awaken
if you awaken at all
Steel your heart against the hunter
No shining eyes of pride
when their blood is on your lips
A trade in life for your hunger
And thought you cannot feel it falling
Soft ash upon thy skin
Now at your back a blazing horizon
What are you fighting for but freedom
with the strength of wolven kind
Why, they're only burning your eden
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3. |
Lunar Elegy
06:37
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We wait in patient silence
We sigh as faith and honor falls
We feast upon the grey light
We drink her magic blood
We howl at sorrow times
Beneathe this graven moon
We bleed when hate is blind
Beneathe this graven moon
We burn with coldest flame
We rise with strength anew
Beneathe this graven moon
We know they are watching us
Beneathe this graven moon
We call our brethren wolves
Beneathe this graven moon
We hail the moonlit sky
Beneathe this graven moon
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4. |
Spirit in Flames
06:30
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Crashing onward but forgotten why
(They) can't hear the thunder in the distance
She's watching over the stumbling blind
Preserve the mysteries for her children
Praise her howling in the frost-blazed night
Shining light from fiery heart
Take thy sorrow to the Summerlands
to sire the stars through ancient arts
Reveal their lies -Strike down in black of night
Descend in fire - Cleanse their world with ancient pyre
Pounding blood a fiery storm
Fur aflame - a symphony - a sunrise
Blazing vision of her might
Life afire against their steel and fear
Crumbling towers lost in time
She-wolf magick burns it all away
Throwing back her head and howls
Untamed wisdom - a spirit in flames
Firing blindly with fear and pride
They rape the forest for their kindling
Her time is coming - ignites inside
She cries - a martyr for her Thousand
She leads the brethren down the mountainside
A trail of flame that none shall tame
Matriarchal saviour - a Pagan light
Our kin shall rise this blessed night
Reveal their lies - Strike down in black of night
Descend in fire - Cleanse their world with ancient power
Pounding blood - a fiery storm
Fur aflame - a symphony - a sunrise
Blazing vision of her might
Life afire against their steel and fear
Crumbling towers lost in time
She-wolf magick burns it all away
Throwing back her head she howls
Untamed wisdom - a spirit in flames
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5. |
Raven in the Ribcage
04:34
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Cresting the mountain
I scent the blood
Upon the cold wind
The aching hunger
So many nights
Since our father died
He spoke the words of power
that set us free
With fire in our hearts
and blood in our eyes
We watch the fall of man
from the mountainside
From the lonely mountainside
And from the sunken heart
Within the steam and gore
Behold mighty raven
Bearer of wolven souls
to summerlands
Ascend to moonlight
upon the wings of black
Behold mighty raven
Bearer of wolven songs
To summerlands
A feast of fallen antler
Our muzzles in blood
Our eyes are closed
to the thunder of guns
The pack descends upon him
to silence the night
A brother has fallen
But the raven doth rise
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6. |
Where Moss Once Grew
05:02
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Eroding wild
with the crashing of gods
onto shattered ground
There is a darkness dawning
Only dust remains
where moss once grew
How long must our hearts bleed?
When will our souls be sailing?
How long must our hearts bleed?
Our raven hearts
Our wolven hearts
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