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
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