Rituals Of The Oak - Come Taste The Doom (2012)

We see a life divine far from damp hearts a well of all delight They wash their unclean hands with grinning mouths we see their hateful smiles Where the rabble drinks all wells are poisoned And many a man has seen the wild and suffered with the beasts And many a man who turned away has only turned away from this flock of birds with dust filled eyes A crowd has gathered 'round as we march away from the endless squabbling mass They tear at our feet with crippled hands and jealous black eyes They know they're not worthy of us To find our well of life we made to travel the highest mountain And upon there we did see our home above and the rabble did not drink For their scourge did fall beyond our reach We won't share the fountain the flame the fruit we will die fighting them off To this castle of our spirit shall the eagles bring food with the wolves defending them Where the rabble drinks all wells are poisoned

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Here for a while I will remain
Occulted from myself and me
These written lines they flow like rain
And drown this page in wretched truth, useless truth

I dance, I dance with my own mind
Why don't you tell me how this ends
This touch of flesh feels real and kind
I still don't know what I have done, help me know

I see this world fall
I see their words fall
The very last thing
Before I go

I run from this place crashing down
A spinning wind, whirling 'round my mind
Dust and rags are clouding all I see
I run to the beings that are more like me Открыть страницу с текстом

We hold our white vestments close
and we shall don this shroud
of life and love and loss
In Gaul we stand proud

Skyward, our holy elders will climb
and reach the mark of the wild
This mistletoe on this oak
shall bring forth animal's child

This gift will render us divine
And cleanse our bodies of death
Our lips are moist with the wine
Of life and love and loss

We sing and dance and pray
The sixth moon will not sway
This stag will feed our kind
We sing and dance and cry

We hold our white vestments close
As we end this holy day

We sing and dance and pray
The sixth moon will not sway
This stag has fed our kind
We sung and danced and cried Открыть страницу с текстом

Serpentine tongues Cannot be tamed We crawl and plead They turned away Their wickedness Slithered too deep How could they tell What made us weak? We sold our pride to dirt our prayers have gone unheard We reap their acts - a plague Our lives, a moment withers away Until this day We stood tall and brave In our hour of death Could we be saved? We turned to faith And were left to die There was no one To heed our cry We walk this world alone With nothing but our souls Your scathe has ravaged all Our will subdued until our last breath

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This shadow of mine
Born with the night
It creeps in, so vile
Reaping my mind

Creature of dark
Cryptic, unseen
A specter that never sleeps
A presence so stark
Praying on my dreams

My stranger's eye doesn't shy
O nightly fiend, just leave me be

Nights bled in days of endless schemes
This waning mind is the end of me Открыть страницу с текстом