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On Ancient Winds
A Spell Bestowed
To Part The Seas
And Crack The Sky
A Burning Spear
To Pierce The Shroud
Of Malice Wrought
Their Vengeful Spirits Cry

By Night They Ride
On Winds Of War
A Vein Of Fire
Ignites The Sky
The Song Of Fate
Grows Louder Now
Within Our Hearts
Their Fallen Spirits Thrive

Within Our Hearts Their Fallen Spirits Thrive

To Ride Out
On Rolling Thunder
Bathed In Ancient Blackened Majesty
Sacred Spell Of Retribution
Cast In Shadow, Torn From The Forlorn Fabrics Of Time

A Vision Of Fate
Reflected In The Mirror Of Death

You Will Know My Name
You Shall Know My Name

Born On The Breath Of Winter’s Cold Wind
A Feral Beast With Eyes Like The Sky
Sent By The Spirits To Guide And Protect
The Ultimate Honor To Die By His Side

The Sweetest Memory Is The Time
Taken To Sow The Seeds Of Love In Times Of Death

Forged In The Frost Covered Heart Of The Mountain
A Sacred Bind Amongst Wolf And His Man
To Honor And Carry The Hearts Of Each Other
As Long As I Live I’d Give My Life For His

Time Marches On
Like Rolling Thunder On The Edge Of The Rising Dawn

We Move In Silence Through The Grove
The Scent Of Blood On The Autumn Wind
I Close My Eyes And Lend My Destiny
To The Wolf That Guides The Hunter’s Hand

Bathed In The Light Of A Dew Kissed Dawn
The Wolf Nods His Head Towards The Rising Sun
His Hot Breath Smoking Like Spirits On The Wind
And I Know In My Heart That Mine Makes It’s Home Within His

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A Walking I Must Go
Down Through The Dreary Pine
To Meet The Woodsy Lord
And Make The Sacred Bind
I Walk Beneath The Moon
Across Her Silent Fields
Through Forest And Through Marsh
With Twilight As My Shield

With Twilight As My Shield

She Takes Me In Her Shroud
And Whisks Me On My Way
Down To The Hidden Copse
Where The Sacred Altar Lay
Tucked Amongst The Pines
An Ancient Slab Of Stone
A Long Forgotten Shrine
Bathed In Moss And Bone

And As The Night Grows Still
And Creeping Shadows Grow
I Offer Up My Blood
To Call The Spirits Home
Beneath The Fields Of Stars
The Old Ones Dance And Sing
Round Their Ancient Fires
A Sacrament Of Flame

A Sacrament Of Flame

Spirits Converge Under Cover Of Night
Called Down From Timeworn Stars
Forgotten Keepers Of The Sacred Pine
Forged In Cosmic Fire
Encircling The Altar In The Pale Moon Light
Called Down By Blood And Bone
They Forge Their Spectral Bodies Into Mine
Imparting Me With A Sacred Song

A Blaze In The Heart Of A Sleeping God
A Long Forgotten Dream
Awakened By The Cry Of My Flute Upon The Wind
He Descends Upon The Glade
Amidst The Mist The Ancient Beast Beckons
A Crown Of Antlers Cradling The Sky
Inside His Heart The Nightsong Softly Echoes
A Forgotten Spell To Invoke The Fated Hand Of Twilight

To Invoke The Fated Hand Of Twilight

A Sacred Path Transpires
Born Of Dust And Stars
The Ghostly Stag Becomes Me
I Walk The Path Of Ancient Light

Born Again Amongst The Stars
An Ancient Magic Penetrates My Soul
And With The Sacred Covenant Fulfilled
The Vision Fades Into The Shadows Of The Blackened Night

At The Edge Of Twilight
I Turn To Leave
I Pass My Hands Across The Stone
A Spell Softly Whispered
On The Winds Of Time
One Day I Shall Return
Fated
To The Moss Covered Bones On The Altar Of The Moon

Spirits Roam Silent
Through A Sea Of Reeds
A Reflection Of The Future
Cloaked In Flowing Memory

A Lesson In Impermanence
I Long To Ignore
A Gentle Reminder
Of The Pain Endured

The Dawn Creeps Forward
And I Am Forced To Reconcile
As The Currents Of Time Flows Onward
And Blurs The Lines Of Love And Death
She Calls My Name
An Echo Within My Soul
A Final Reminder Of Beauty Wrought In Spirits Sown

The Wind Sings Soft
A Song Of Death
Departs Her Lips
On Nature’s Breath

I Lay My Knife
On Sacred Ground
I Bow My Head
By Honor Bound

Ignite The Flame
Of Burning Fate
To Live And Die
A Sacred Way

She Breathes Me In
And Spits Me Out
To Give The Gift
Of Nature’s Spell

My Eyes They Settle
On The Coming Dawn
I Give Myself
To Her Sweet Song

Fated To Leave In Silence
Racing The Coming Dawn
The Seeds Sown In Times Of Death
Blossom Into The Heaviest Of Hearts

The Greatest Test Of All
Learning To Let Go
Of The Love That Lights The Flame Of Sadness Within Our Hearts

The Wind Sings Soft
A Song Of Death
Departs Her Lips
On Natures Breath
My Eyes They Settle
On The Coming Dawn
I Give Myself
To Her Sweet Song

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Moss Creeps Forth
Ancient Bones Moan
Death Creeping In
The Marsh Weeps In Silent Song

Death Comes Singing
A Softly Blowing Wind
Soul Relieved From Body
My Spirit Sheds It’s Skin

Flesh Formed Anew
Beneath The Dreary Pine
An Offering To The Earth
Creeping Death Divine

The Decaying Bones Of Earth
Sigh A Fragile Breath
The Rotted Flesh Of Memory
Renewal Wrought In Cosmic Death

Where Twilight Roams I‘ll Make My Grave
Bound In Death By The Blood Of The Stag
Bathed In Ancient Feral Rays As Moonlight Seeps From Opened Veins
Dying Spell Of Ancient Blood
Awakened From The Rotting Dust
The Forest Weeps Beneath My Flesh As My Spirit Sheds It’s Skin

The Decaying Jaws Of Earth Wrapped Around My Flesh
On Warm Wind Rides My Final Dying Breath


Where Twilight Roams I’ll Make My Grave
Forever Bound By The Blood Of The Stag

Soft Spirits Moan
A Choir From The Reeds
As Dawn Bleeds Into Dusk
A Softly Fading Dream

Waning Twilight Whispers
My Spirit Sheds It’s Skin

A Forlorn Shadow Cast
In Moonlight Long Forgotten
A Path Draped In Shadow
Before The Earth Bled
I Have Been Here Before
But I Shall Never Return Here Again
Waning Twilight Whispers
My Spirit Sheds It’s Skin

The Murky Depths Of Time
Swallowed Beneath The Sea
A Reflection Of The Future
Cloaked In Flowing Dreams

A Nocturnal Sadness Surrounding
The Stars Engulfed In Song
The Memory Of Her Spirit
Grows Softer With The Coming Dawn

Orgy Of Silence
Conspiracy Of Peace
Only The Sound
Of The Cold Northern Breeze
Twinsun Sink Fading
Behind The Black Lake
Asleep Is The Mountains
Yet The Night Is Awake
Strange Is The Night
Now Black Stars Rise
And Many Moons Circle
Through Silent The Night
Along The Black Mountainside Scattered
By The Campfires Awaiting The Dawn
Two Times A Hundred Men In Battles
Tried By The Steel In The Arrow, Axe And The Sword
By Battle Worn Hunger Torn Awaitening
For The Sun To Break Through The Cold Haze
And For The Banners Of Ebal To Appear
On The Hill In The Sun's First Warm Rays
The Elder Among The Men Looked Deep Into
The Fire And Spoke Loud With Pride
Tomorrow Is A Fine Day To Die
Now The Morning Advance From Far East
Now The Sun Breaks Through Dustclouds And Haze
Now A Forest Of Spears Appears On The Hill
And Steel Shines Bright In The Sun's First Rays
Die
Die
Die
Die