When the darksome clouds shaded the sombre sun the strength of the woods around us rose on
and mighty powers of the spirits and trees pierced our souls like a spikes of fears.
Different Gloomy world Amongst the treetops and trunks Has a dreadful atmosphere which into were we sunk
Oddly hushed glade without the gentle bird songs pointed out that’ll happen something wrong
multitudes of undead march by the Novembers night crept out from the soil under the full Moon’s light
from the depths of the woods come to bury half of year flapping rattling in the houses Samain is here
Sacred fire is burning dummies from rags and straw fears, pain and suffering with the lustral smoke are gone.
Collective banket of immortals and alive Bound between Worlds is thin Doors and windows are opened for them Making easier coming in!
Sunset Corpses Requiem mass
Bond between flesh and souls is strong
In the weather so damp and cold Nature sleeps and nothing can hold Then people pray to the Cernunnos To give them fruit from insentient mould
What should we do to survive next year Crop is poor and harvest barren Just drink a pint of a famous beer And ask for help our cadaver kin
They will come on the ritual feast To eat some cakes and pies House is clogged with awesome beasts Some of them stays and some of them lies
Will they help us? Will they help us?
what – will we do if they wouldn’t help us - we won’t eat and maybe we die – because of run out of food – we couldn’t
grow – but there’s one more chance – wait few weeks and maybe we survive – when the rule of Samain fall – and the rule of Cernunnos RISE!!!!
Int.
At the end of December Samain´s reign falls The Alban Arthuan Is a Midwinter’s goal
Gwynwed is a place where he comes from until now relaxed but now he’s gone
Three weeks of starving and expecting the worst now drown into light with King’s Arthur’s force
The seeds will grow That’s what we all need So tap your horns From the cauldron of mead
Snowflakes are falling From the sky so black On the 21st December Cernunnos is back
Below his antlers Is restored peace and truth So let’s fire the Tain In ingle under roof
Let’s spill drops of ale On the adorned log Twelve days it flares and it’s ash will eat dog. Embellished trees in homes Cervine dancers drums Beating in smoke nights And drinking beer and rumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
