It all begins with blood Whose flesh becomes the Earth Whose bones the mountains And whose skull the sky And so legends begin with pain The birth, agonies of love
Unlike the god on the book These earthy entities seem close and tangible Both in form and spirit
A heathen does not weep for lost Eden But carves a new garden from the living earth Seeds it with passions and pain Feasts on the fruits before Underworld prevails
The Pagan is determined to enjoy the earth To nourish the future with the blood Pagan world with wonders and vitality Anything worth having costs a little pain
Our words rustle on the winds Our anger falls like thunderbolts Shattering hearts and thrones alike Both in form and spirit Red River Cycle of birthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
