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Ground Rot
05:18
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Dig, dig, dig for something
Nothing in this soil worth keeping
Nothing in this ground worth finding
No one buried worth remembering
When it comes apart from me
Rotted roots, a fallen tree,
I’ve forgotten how to be
The god the people want to see.
It becomes a part of me
This rotten ground on which I sleep
Too late for roots to lift free
Into the trunk the poison seeps
Rotted shell of me
What is my identity
No more possibilities
Isolated entity.
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Saemruun
03:56
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Iolite waters and breathing trees
I beseech you awaken to my song
Magic once buried in root-caged hills
Now by a river’s course set free
this place where stars like silver light the paths
When daylight falls
The royal blue of night chases the sun
Away
This night my power is alight with rays
Of moonstruck white
This night is mine, this wondrous forest knows my name
I will sing the hillside open
And let my soul enter the strange
There are no tethers to hold me here
In this ghostly form I’m free
By will, not by force, I break the gate
(from the crack in the ether, shapes emerge)
Hallowed mist, casting patterns in the air
(and I can sense them watching me)
I sang a bridge between the worlds
we move as psychopomps through life
While my eyes may be closed I continue to see
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KOBALOS
04:11
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Muses guide my tongue to sing
An ode to the amphora-keepers
A song for the maenad’s groves
Of the spirit strangers dwelling there
Souvenirs from bacchus journeys
Living essence of the soil
Colored red with ritual wine
And blood of wilderness . . .
The rogues who haunt the mountain groves
The drinking men of Bromius
The shifty dwarves of far flung shores
Let the spirits flow . . .
Io! Io! Kobaloi!
Take the sistrum in your hand
Keep your children locked away!
Our honored guests have been invoked
The bacchanal has just begun!
Though they are but strangers here
Their impudence is never less.
Are you ready to lie with Lust?
Are you ready to Drink with us?
*On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae!
The skins of beasts upon us
Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi!
Come taste the nectar of chaos!
On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae!
With thyrsi in our hands
Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi!
Let the ivy twist from the earth we stand on!
Thieves found by the son of Zeus
Clever tricksters amusing to see
Gifted unto Lydian crown
Evermore to drink and jest!
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You called me to you, but not by name
You snuffed the last advisor out of shame
And I’ve got some words for you brother, if you choose to hear
And when you need a weapon those words will be your spear
Searching for answers in nature’s glass
Strive for ways to make the music last
But I’ve got my harp here, brother can you play?
I sit in your throat and I’ll tell you what to say
I am the one who speaks aloud
So lend me your hands for my devise
I have no reason to tell you lies
And I mean to entrust you with secrets, brother mine
If you train your sight to catch a glimpse of my design
I am the one who speaks aloud
My heart glows green and heals the ground
The crescent shines above my eyes
I am the one that cannot die.
*(Lost in the swamp, you seem to need fatal assistance
So if you trust me we’ll keep failure at a distance
All that I try to do is help your kind to see
All that I do is of no benefit to me)
There is no doctrine that can show you who to be
T’s time to open up your eyes and let them see
This goes beyond what you learned before
No teacher can help you anymore
Draw all these symbols gaze to crystals if you must
I swear by the moon I will not betray your trust
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The Lithomancer
05:43
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Carved upon the crystal halls
On the arcane temple walls
The legacy of she with shining eyes
Mentioned once in passing
Reflections cleansed my inner sight
From illusions of the night
Now sentenced to life in obscurity
Through the crystal let me gaze
*though I dream I cannot name thee
The legend that unfolds is but a mystery
Now with these stones, I remember and relive
And pray you take me in your arms
Aethyreal prayers like feathers fly
To colored planes beyond the sky
Over seas of grey, dark green essence soars
As your hierophants commune
I see a symbol drawn in light
Upon the walls of purest white
The children of the sky
Never truly died
*esoteric distant star
Cast away into the dark
I recall the name of she who bore the light
In hallowed halo of the spheres
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I Will Not Sing
04:20
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I have not raised a sword against foes
How it feels to kill I shall never know
And I shall not die in a glorious fight
So to sing of such honors is not in my right.
These rusted words hang
Like a blade on my wall
Spoken and dreamt of
But ne’er used at all
Till blood of the hated dyes my hands red
I Will Not Sing of the men I left dead.
I never have journeyed on a longship o’er the waves
Nor seen what awaits me beyond the grave
I can’t claim to feast in the hall of the slain
So I will not sing of such folly again.
It seems in this life
The paths that I tread
Will be stranger than those
I’ll walk when I’m dead
Until I fall silent and my spirit has gone
I shan’t mock the next life with ignorant song
I’ve tasted the fruit of the grain and the vine
I’ve spoken to spirits, their knowledge is mine
But to sing of these encounters is as far as I’ll go
I will never sing of what I do not know.
I know how to wander
I recall how to sing
But I’ll never claim
To know everything
So lest my strings break under weight of the lies
I will not sing false, nor let pride cloud my eyes.
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Chthon
05:52
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8. |
Song Of The Shade
05:38
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I carry a coin on my lips
I see through a filter of grey
The leaking craft carries me
To a world of flameless smoke
Under the cosmic roots
In the vaults of asphodel
My hope is their memory of me
Here is a poison without root
Here is a cry without sound
As if I sensed the life I left
Through my own dead senses
I yearn to feel, the cold, the dark
To be afraid, to be anything
I cannot choose but walk
The feet that carry me are numb
The hands that guide me are bones
The staff I lean on is my coffin lid
I’m going blindly to my fate
All around me they sleep
Never dreaming, only walking
Somnambulating ghosts
Shades like me, but thoughtless
If this be a vision
If this be illusion
If I am asleep, alive
I pray not to die like this.
And my descendants
What of them?
Will they pour some wine
Into my grave-earth?
Weill they tell my story still?
As long as my line lives
I live with them also.
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Goblin Hovel
A genre-defying band that entails the cooperation of several artists from several bands of several genres under the direction of a nameless Goblin. They present a view of the modern world through the lens of history, mysticism, and mischief.
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