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Beyond the Western Waves
04:17
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Come to me, all embittered men
Whose severed roots renew
We shall dismiss the falconer
Whose commands led us astray
As surely as winter augurs spring
Take heart, my friends: our storm is coming
As surely as our ancestors did breach
Into those once untamed lands
Oar over oar, driving ever forward
We find ourselves again in open waters
Once again we carve our destined path
Ploughshares to swords
Shoulder to shoulder
The fate of all brothers
To reunite in twilight days
Our storm is coming
Water our soil with
Traitorous blood
So that from their sacrifice
We grow anew
The blade is our compass
Leading us ever onward to...
Victory
Beyond the western waves
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Funeral Procession
04:30
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Oh Yahweh, how did your son betray you?
Did you see him as Judas in your many-sided eye?
Reduced to an ox heaving the cross
Pulling his own yoke inexorably toward his end
Mocking his pleas for mercy with your silence
Christ carries the coffin of his own funeral procession
And how should he wake from his tomb?
Was he to rejoin your own callous embrace?
To forgive the wounds of the crucifix
That you affixed as though holding the hammer yourself?
Possessor and spiller of holy blood
Was Longinus your true child all along?
Oh Yahweh, how did your son betray you?
Did you see him as Judas in your many-sided eye?
Reduced to an ox heaving his cross
Pulling his own yoke inexorably toward his end
Mocking his pleas for mercy with your silence
Christ carries the coffin of his own...
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Time, a curse, ever lengthening
Like the shadow of my headstone
Shades a grave soon prepared for me
Oh wise dragon, heed my call
Drag me into your depths
Hear my cry and take me away
As the cloak of death approaches
I take comfort in its warmth
Take my miserable life
A flame that burns yet casts no light
Joyfully I die for Satan
As the cloak of death approaches
I take comfort in its warmth
Take my miserable life
A flame that burns yet casts no light
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Awaiting Samhain
04:05
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The whispers of trees, they always seem to
Speak the will of the dead and the dying
As spirits rise and beckon to their graves
All ghosts return today
Before resting once again, awaiting Samhain
The crack of the fire, it seems to conspire to
Light the posture of our autumn dances
As we bid farewell to the heat of summer
As we don our masks, the Samhain ghosts chant
Whispers of a world beyond ours
Thinning the gap 'tween the dead and the live
All ghosts return today
Before resting once again, awaiting Samhain
All awaiting Samhain
Wisps of smoke from the torches rise
Divine our path- predict our demise
Dance, dance with me,
Dance for our kings, dance for our dreams
Of those who died
All ghosts return today
Awaiting Samhain
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Days of Midsummer Flame
03:35
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In my waking dreams I recall
The wind ripping through my wings
Hoof-clatter and battle-song
The steel of youth now rusted
Oh Irena, my heart is stirred
By the blossoms in your hair
As we passed oe'r the flame
I could not tell if the trembling hand was mine or yours
Sixty years now gone
No promises left to keep
Old eyes gaze into midsummer flame
As our story repeats eternally
Winged, I ride
Once in body, now in spirit
My brittle bones betray me
But in spirit, still I ride
Oh Irena, your last breath
Was autumn's parting gift
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