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Spirit of the ash tree
Dweller in the oak,
Thy realm I wish to traverse;
I whisper the ancient verse
Whisper the ancient verse
Passage safe to earn.
Gods of the earth,
You who made sylvan breath
Hear now my spells
Hear now my spells
As I flirt nightshade
In pagan forests primeval
Where dusk enthroned is king!
Once upon a day
On the wings of fairytale,
Shamanic paths I take
Where in adoration
Wolves to the moon bay;
To the moon bay
Another figure I become
Inside the sylvan canvass
Hidden, away far from your world
I have ridden!
Spireless lands await me
In a world of elder magecraft
Elven runes engraved
Upon hyperborean skies
Like stars arrayed.
The man in black
There he awaits;
And there?s no coming back!
Forest calling to mine ear
Distant echoes of the Dryad.
Enthralled I stand by this woodland melody?
Upon the altar of yew
Before Fangorn?s palace,
The Elven heart is beating;
Rhythm of my breathing
My hands lie bleeding
Dagger bitten grimly
An offering of life
To ethereal folk I sing?
An eerie moon beckons me
Gnarled boughs whistle
Attuned to a magic wind,
Call of elder arts I hearken!
Rings of stones, Idols of crows
Whilst primordial wonders stir the air
Trees lively welcome me
In this mystical realm
Of eldritch sorcery and Faery runes?
Faery runes...
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Spirit of the ash tree
Dweller in the oak,
Thy realm I wish to traverse;
I whisper the ancient verse
Whisper the ancient verse
Passage safe to earn.
Gods of the earth,
You who made sylvan breath
Hear now my spells
Hear now my spells
As I flirt nightshade
In pagan forests primeval
Where dusk enthroned is king!
Once upon a day
On the wings of fairytale,
Shamanic paths I take
Where in adoration
Wolves to the moon bay;
To the moon bay
Another figure I become
Inside the sylvan canvass
Hidden, away far from your world
I have ridden!
Spireless lands await me
In a world of elder magecraft
Elven runes engraved
Upon hyperborean skies
Like stars arrayed.
The man in black
There he awaits;
And there?s no coming back!
Forest calling to mine ear
Distant echoes of the Dryad.
Enthralled I stand by this woodland melody?
Upon the altar of yew
Before Fangorn?s palace,
The Elven heart is beating;
Rhythm of my breathing
My hands lie bleeding
Dagger bitten grimly
An offering of life
To ethereal folk I sing?
An eerie moon beckons me
Gnarled boughs whistle
Attuned to a magic wind,
Call of elder arts I hearken!
Rings of stones, Idols of crows
Whilst primordial wonders stir the air
Trees lively welcome me
In this mystical realm
Of eldritch sorcery and Faery runes?
Faery runes...