The woods are bare The snow is deep
We wait for herne to sound his horn
And wake the demons up from sleep
To celebrate this dreadful sigh
Never reborn the day of light
And the oaks breathe mysterious mur-
Mursof the horn that sounds it's sigh
In the moons face beneath the ocre eye
Like a crescent sword in hour of fight
And baring unto hell each noble head
Stood in the circle where
None else might tread
The thick air consumed the night
Ravens pride on battlesounds they fed
In a thousand shimmering nighttime dreams
Druids of old impale me
I gaze into a fog pregnant with
Seeds of decay and die amongst flesh and bark
As I fell eternally
Never touching the freesing soil
Like an autumn leaf caught in a cobweb dew
Lost am I until
My newfound wings I spread
Death is at hand and perish will all but a few
The ravens fly high this solstice morn The woods are bare The snow is deep We wait for herne to sound his horn And wake the demons up from sleep To celebrate this dreadful sigh Never reborn the day of light And the oaks breathe mysterious mur- Mursof the horn that sounds it's sigh In the moons face beneath the ocre eye Like a crescent sword in hour of fight And baring unto hell each noble head Stood in the circle where None else might tread The thick air consumed the night Ravens pride on battlesounds they fed In a thousand shimmering nighttime dreams Druids of old impale me I gaze into a fog pregnant with Seeds of decay and die amongst flesh and bark As I fell eternally Never touching the freesing soil Like an autumn leaf caught in a cobweb dew Lost am I until My newfound wings I spread Death is at hand and perish will all but a few Explain Request ×
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