This is an ode to the woodland spirit
The ghost of everything that was alive
Dried, deceased and turned to dust, by the curse of time
Twisted branched face and stag-like antlers
He walked this earth and he was not a lie
Passed, demised, martyred, put to death... the curse of man

Hounded, darkened and laid underneath
Wrecked and pulverized, he rots down beneath

By the light of a brighter moon
The wake of a rising boon - the woodlands awake
As we gaze up to the sky, the stars align and he lives forever
By the light of the brighter moon
The chant of a dismal tune - the woodlands awake
As the seers point at the signs, the stars align as we invoke his arrival

In a moment of the purest splendour
The father of us all now comes to life
Hush and mute the lies of Christ and the curse of man
Any by the power of the woodland spirit
All creatures will find peace and live through the night
Destined to find, awakening, and peace of mind

Hounded, darkened and laid underneath
Wrecked and pulverized, he rots down beneath

By the light of a brighter moon
The wake of a rising boon - the woodlands awake
As we gaze up to the sky, the stars align and he lives forever
By the light of the brighter moon
The chant of a dismal tune - the woodlands awake
As the seers point at the signs, the stars align as we invoke his arrival

Spiritus invocamus - the phantom of the wild
Sylvestris deus noster - spirit of the woods
The day of his arrival - tenebrae factae sunt
Sylvestris deus noster - spirit of the woods

Solos: Rafahel, Aydan

Standing on the damp wooden helm
I still not surrender
Barely I can hear
The crew's moans, they're crying loud

Through the pouring rain
The icy spurts
And the crackling of the boards
I glimpse the headless nightclad ghost

To believe
The seas are dwelled by our fears
Creatures
Of old forgotten times
Do you believe
Draugen came to bring your life
From a whirlwind
Grandiose he appears
Draugen's storm

Rising from the deep black seas
From the deepest abyss
He sails the crimson waves
Of my lot for the final bow

Is he coming to announce
my final day on this dull night?
Embrace the last enigma knots

To believe
The seas are dwelled by our fears
Creatures
Of old forgotten times
Do you believe
Draugen came to bring your life
From a whirlwind
Grandiose he appears
Draugen's storm

A surge of crows, a foreshadow
A loom of the one who is grand and potent
A burst of unholy fire, harbinger of his arrival
Fiery eyes of a black wolf
Fair and righteous like no other
Far from neglect and defiance, he will lead us

We'll march onward to a far distant shore
Where our bright will grow - We will follow him!
He's right by our side - With him we will ride
The gates open wide - We will honour him!

He's the one we shall follow tonight
Walking endlessly on the path of the dreamer
He will come and we'll follow the signs in a pagan absolution time
He's the one we shall follow away
Furthermost from wrong from their narrow demeanours
He will come and we'll follow the signs in a pagan absolution night

A cloak of lustre his garment
Suited for the prince of darkness
Conjuring magickal pyre - summoning wildfire
He'll wipe out the fools and the improper
The ones who plague our dear earth
With their ignorance and self denial - He will lead us

We'll march onward to a far distant shore
Where our bright will grow - We will follow him!
He's right by our side - With him we will ride
The gates open wide - We will honour him!

He's the one we shall follow tonight
Walking endlessly on the path of the dreamer
He will come and we'll follow the signs in a pagan absolution time
He's the one we shall follow away
Furthermost from wrong from their narrow demeanours
He will come and we'll follow the signs in a pagan absolution night

Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted
Spirals of berries and thorns
Where the dirty mud creek waters the underbrush
Squires left the fields once lush

A foreboding shuffling of hooves
Resounded in the plain hushing the woods
A pair of deer horns came to light
From the dark of the wight

Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of Dark
When the Sky Vault paints no stars
Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts
You're the guest he'll be your host

The antlers wearing ghost, riding his tragedy steed
Dire is a sanctuary need
He gallops with two diabolic dogs and crow
Fire burns inside as a woe

He saved the King but lost his skills
Cursed and banned by a Sorcerer's will
Blamed as a thief and been disowned
Hanged himself on an oak

Far away, gone astray to the boundaries of Dark
When the Sky Vault paints no stars
Disarray turned to grey in a night so chilled by ghosts
You're the guest he'll be your host

Gathered round in a coven, invoking the gods in the depths of woods
Or praying up to the Heavens, awaken to this fear of void
Afraid of unknown illusion, you'll be punished either bad or good
Herne seeks for his vengeance, as all he loved was destroyed

Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted
Spirals of berries and thorns
A foreboding shuffling of hooves
Resounded in the plain and hushed all the woods

A line of blackthorns bordering the side of the way that horses rode for days
A flock of starlings circling above the ravine, throughout the damp and haze
A naked branch of old oaks twisted by the coils of wild vines twirling
A parchment filled with runes, and a deep-blue rose

I'll find you tonight - feel my desire
A lady dressed in white - blood and fire
The creature won't die - feel my desire
And in the dead of night - hear the infernal choir

Deep in the woods a rotten castle staring the lands from hilltop high above
A bloodshot eyed foul creature living a quarantine, duped by a spell of love
A grain of truth. It must be hidden in the legends, in the stories
A final spark of hope. To walk away.

I'll find you tonight - feel my desire
A lady dressed in white - blood and fire
The creature won't die - feel my desire
And in the dead of night - hear the infernal choir

I'm lost in a nightmare - I will free you from the curse you bear
Blood's not the answer - Blood's the reason that I still walk this earth

(solo: Rafahel)

I'm falling to pieces - My love don't you dare to despair
The death you're unfolding... - ... A hex you'll endure right by my side

For the heinous maleficia of the mind and the flesh
Clad in monstrous guise, ill fated vest never to undress
A gigantic bear like head and tongue that flickers like flame
A monster in a monster's skin, the true evidence of shame

I'll find you tonight - feel my desire
A lady dressed in white - blood and fire
The creature won't die - feel my desire
And in the dead of night - hear the infernal choir

You wake up under pale skies, in a white and dragged dress
Like a princess lost in melancholy in need of a caress
With a bow I pay my reverence and invite you to bestir
So please take my hand, I do demand to be my lady, I'll be your sir

So here we are, we've vanished like two spirits in the fog
The first place we will visit is a foul and crooked bog

I'll take you away through lands of make believe
Where wildest dreams come true
If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of what you'll see
now close your eyes and count to three - come to me...

Where the trees have a face and they whisper
And the wolves will be howling your name
Where the spiders are not going to blister
And the crows will sing loud this refrain

The second place a meadow of the sweetest darkest taste
Where all things dressed and naked can live without disgrace

Three ugly witches gather with vicious sexual thoughts
While the druids are glowering madly, sighing loud and smoking pots

I'll take you away through lands of make believe
Where wildest dreams come true
If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of what you'll see
now close your eyes and count to three - come to me...

Where the trees have a face and they whisper
And the wolves will be howling your name
Where the spiders are not going to blister
And the crows will sing loud this refrain

(solos: Rafahel, Aydan)

If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of the things you will see
In this night, the fright will cease - and all uncertainties will fade
And the wolves will be howling your name

As I was stepping unwary in bloom of youth
Cast away into the shores of golden dawns
Caressing fiery beasts inside my greedy chest
I knelt before the emperor darkly dressed

Illusionist - spells are meant to fool
Psychologist - leveraging power
Divinatory - over past and future
Thirteen Odes
Illusionist - to deceive wills to dogmas
Psychologist - to influence the weak ones
Divinatory - to apprehend the Magick arts

As the golden key that fits the lock
Of the hidden wooden door leading to the secret hidden yard
I came to you with blazing winds, my dear
To lead you to the way, 3 different paths to reach the Gathering

Following tracks in the mud of integrity
I was haunted by its ghostly entity
The charming letters written with bloody ink
Were the witching guide to those missing links

Illusionist - spells are meant to fool
Psychologist - leveraging power
Divinatory - over past and future
Thirteen Odes
Illusionist - to deceive wills to dogmas
Psychologist - to influence the weak ones
Divinatory - to apprehend the Magick arts

A Manual to prove all Supremacy
A Sourcebook for evoking Spirits of the Forces of the Night
A Grimoire to forebode ascendancy
To actions and outcomes, to elevate your spirit high above

(solo: Aydan)

Power of wilt be the only notion to obey
Essence of Magick, help me indoctrinating the breeds
Nightly and witching Horus fellows hunting the prey
Assemble the adepts to serve all My needs

3 Ways to Magick!

Devoid of life, lost and glum
Silence devours flair, swears allegiance to its maids
On the prowl of loneliness
To geminate with harsh, fake resistance to my art

Accept my soul
Offer my toil to the poet's tears
Caress my heart
It's my black art to whisper in your ears

Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
Off to the gallery of my pains
Embody the spirit, this art of mine
Every verse speaks for a thousand strains

Ornaments of agony
Cut the wrists of our bond to reality
Embrace in sighs and despair
To connect the flames to the Oceans of my soul

Accept my soul
Offer my toil to the poet's tears
Caress my heart
It's my black art to whisper in your ears

Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
Off to the gallery of my pains
Embody the spirit, this art of mine
Every verse speaks for a thousand strains

All screams and groans inside, not a single sigh
A chest like a storm profound (roaring melancholy)

Bring me out in shackles to the mercy of the might
Hit me with your contempt, I'll rejoice and shine so bright
Let me introduce my gloom to the deepest of your fears
I want to cross your borders straight inside your winter, dear!

Accept my soul
Offer my toil to the poet's tears
Caress my heart
It's my black art to whisper in your ears

I'm slave to the arms of the Night and of the Shadows
Caressed by the storms and the spines of wanton fantasies
Filthy unutterable rites, of Pagan verity
Adorned by magickal scars
for the Ones who Believe, for the Ones who really Believe

I raise a toast to the Gods of the Damned and Banned
A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne

Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Until I will confess and redeem
to the last Arcane King

A kingdom got fattened by greed, by vicious longings
Luxury demons command
on the prowl of your Vanity, look out for your enemies

I raise a toast to the Gods of the Damned and Banned
A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne

I stand on the verge of malice - bless the hands of the wickedly pure
the fingers of the glorified to the back of the eternally blamed

Write of my journeys and fights back to back
Sing of my deeds and my glories
Hide all the things that are burning my heart
Deep down devouring my Soul of Black
Until I will confess and redeem
to the last Arcane King

Sing of my deeds and glories - As my remains repose
Evocating Maleficium - Manuscript of death throes

(solo: Rafahel, Aydan, Rafahel, Aydan)

I stand on the verge of malice - blessed are the hands of the wickedly pure
Pointed the fingers of the glorified to the backs of the eternally blamed
I smell the blood of the reverenced with reluctance and disgust
They'll find the answers of their holy land in the piss splattered on their graves

Until I will redeem - to the Arcane King

Lost in memories of innocence I find myself amazed, trembling
Directing glances to the setting sun, to the golden plain below
The sea of green branches off the plain into an endless form of grace
(mirroring the skies)
I leave the legs twirling long the grade, into the dawn and beyond

In the middle of the Green Sea laid my secret embrace
The little piece of heaven roofed by branches was my own place
My home, where I could dream and hide

Now I'm leaving all behind, I summon the dawn light
Inside, to become a new myself for one Day
Leave my hands and let me go, I'm going with the flow
Afar, where neverending fairies still live on

I don't recall how I found myself in my realm on that summer night
Scents of distant oceans and storms approaching from the deep skyline
The aery figure emerged from the logs and spoke to me with bereavement
(Live your final breath)
I reflect my eyes into Her eyes, I cherished them one last time

The pattern of the stars above was my final witness and judge
That little piece of haven has engraved my name on the sky
Below a dome of crimson lights

Now I'm leaving all behind, I summon the dawn light
Inside, to become a new myself for one Day
Leave my hands and let me go, I'm going with the flow
Afar, where neverending fairies still live on and on

(solo: Aydan, Rafahel)

Now that I left all behind, that secret kept inside
It vanishes like the scent of a dreamy last night

I have left celeste skies, like razor-cutting sighs
Between stay and riding on the tides
Blossom summer flames and fires or lost in foggy pyres
Look back, the universe is just a fleck of dust blown away

Here they come, the riders of hatred - A mounted host of ghostly horsemen of fright
There they stood, when hell was created - A cavalcade into the dead of the night

Run beneath the stars, it's the ride of ice and death
As everything they touch dies hard
Eyes of black and breath like smoke they crave for my desires
They've chosen me to fill me with their ghastly sighs of fire

Fast through the night the summon evil visions
Nightmares and echoes of my past

The wild hunt fills the air, like a cancer it's slowly feeding on my heart and beliefs
Blowing out the light, colours and insight in me
The wild hunt infects the air, like a worm it is slowly eating my wholeness, my spirit
Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light - And I'm lost in the dark

As they spew their foul dark spit over my skin
My mind is filled with dreadful scenes
As they take me to the places of my childhood's days
I put at stake all my mistakes - thus I start to break

Fast through the night the summon evil visions
Nightmares and echoes of my past

The wild hunt fills the air, like a cancer it's slowly feeding on my heart and beliefs
Blowing out the light, colours and insight in me
The wild hunt infects the air, like a worm it is slowly eating my wholeness, my spirit
Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light - And I'm lost in the dark

Here they come, the riders of hatred - The ancient cavaliers, the horsemen of fright
There they stood, when hell was created - A cavalcade into the dead of the night

At the court of the king of the wild hunt - I feel my spirit rot
At the court of the king of the wild hunt - I feel my spirit die

(solos: Aydan, Rafahel)

The hounds of air often bark on a dark night
On the heath and in the woods, or even at a crossroads
Wod - the name of the Huntsman of the Wild on the ride of his return
Yes the Wild Hunt has returned
Forget the grins, I take leave of my remains
As he throws me across his saddle. Ghost rider in the sky.

Doomed by - the wild hunt
Ill-omened cursed and wasted
Gloomed by - the wild hunt
The sky's now painted red

I lie on my death bed
Destined to resurrect and ride
Under the banner of the gods of violence
I'll be the dead of night

I am floating on the edge of the dawn
I am balancing at the borders of the Night
Where the stars blow out

Hear my distant calling - I am searching for you - I live at dawn, again

I am dust carried by the wind
I am shadows with no rays of light
With blood to adore

Hear my distant calling - I am searching for you - I live at dawn, again

One day will I see the light of Day shining on my skin?
Will I break out from this eternal Dark?
One day will I undress of this cloak of Dusk on my back?
Will I dissolve and turn to soil?