Her scent comes to me as the night breathes
Her countenance grave, a waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky
So she sees and ever watches
The stars revolve and dance for her
A velvet dream of crimson revolt
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me
I ascend... erotic misery

We are blood to the bloodless
We are honour to the honourless
And we are gods to the godless

The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for

If sorrow's sweet gifts have offered me thus
I am all that has been and cannot refuse
As her smile has ushered in the night
So many countless times before

I hear a foot on the stair...
I turn and she is there
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me

How can I refuse
A graven idol such as thee

I am the wind that breathes on the sea
I am the wave, wave on the ocean
I am the ray, the eye of the sun
I am a tomb, cold in darkness
I am star, the tear of the sun
I am a wonder, a wonder in flower
I am the spear as it cries out for blood
The word of great power
I am the depts of a great pool
I am the song of the blackbird

Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains?
Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon?
Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun?
AiliIath Nerenn

From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue
From the waterfall down to the sea
Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
Sing the dark song of Erenn to me...

And so it seems
I am unbound in my misery
Drunk in my sobriety... and twisted animosity
The private moments of man are rarely ever seen
Yet, autumn gathers me up and sheds me in her leaves

Falling takes forever, from the grace of man
I fell so far, no one ever saw how far I fell
From the grace of man

She is dressed in golden brown for me
Sheds her leaves like a second skin

There is fire, in your eyes tonight
No brighter sun, no darker moon

Sister Morrigu
This way comes, and so it seems it is

Another passionless night
Another hopeless fight
And another battle that I've lost

Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk
Fires in the distance, make shadows dance
Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died
And beneath the pale moon's face
They shall again arise...

Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died
And beneath the moon we shall arise...

Some things are best left in dreams
Reality, can be a cruel mistress
Are your lessons learnt?
Chapters close, veins collapse
A passage ends, a rite is earnt...

Their blood hath quenched the land
Their spirit has set the stone
And forever the Pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy... and limbs so weary

Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone...

Their blood hath quenched the land
Their spirit has set the stone
And forever the Pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy... and limbs so weary

Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone...

And so the rain kept on falling
Still a solitary mourner stands
Beneath the sorrowed eaves
Among the rotting autumn leaves
And watches over you

All the flowers laid
Have long since bowed their heads
And all the wailing women, no longer cast their cries
And all who once wore black, have returned to their lives
Yet the mourner has not forgotten, and will stand that way forever

If I am the mourner
Who shall know my name?
Who shall ever know my pain?
A solitary mourner stands to watch over you...

A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever seems to come
To ease the misery of the day

Degenerate whores
Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man...
Whores for all... in time
Death soon shall bind these soulless froms of men to the dead of their kind

To live all their lives again they would die in the very same way...
Clinging to a profane hope that a place
Beyond the grave may repay their suffering and their pain
In a way that no whore could ever ease the misery of the day...

A moment of clarity
It spoke to me in tongues
It spoke to me of ruin of destitution, and of pain
Where night, it never ever seems to come
To ease the misery of the day

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