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The Flow of Leaves
02:19
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Forest Samhain
08:16
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In autumn twilight, gathered in Forest depths
In the harvest moon, we praise conchobar
The gates of shi now open
Transition the spirits
Of realms far from this world
far from this world ....
Great force of death
Transcends through the waters
From cold depths, the icy call
Beckoning realms,
far from this world
Red branch, ready branch and celestial horde
We come to claim the night, and drink the coal mead
Gazing into the silent waters
A voice permeates the mist layer
She stairs with face of stone
Eyes not of this world
Staring back, cold face looks past earth flesh
A transcendent from worlds unknown
A life lived long ago
Passing through the vail
Departing to worlds beyond
In autumn transcendental
Nothing but the silent lake
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With heed, in battle tide, the forest calls my name
Willing forth I ride, to paths of ever glory
Bound by the sword, and lands of our tribe
In righteous abrogation
We no longer bow to those who ern our ire
In our lands, the corpse of burning fire
Bound by the sword, I commit my spirits to war with pride
With pride…
With these shields we stand with pride
In our hearts and lands the strength to enemy’s demise
Forward…
Within a voice is heard
Spirits of old decree the vengeance to unfold
Evermore
Hear your voice cascade, on the calling wind
And effigy you were no more, but spirit by my side
Rydderch your bones will stand proud to all
We’ll fight til’ death
In exile, no more
Who suffers, none
Live these days, for they are our last
There is no way back
I remember it as from a dream,
Like my fathers before me, an ode to our sacred lands and pride
No more shall mine enemies dine and yield my children’s harvest
For this decree shall be extolled in light
No more shall our blood spill in vain
And hence forth we fight this night
Praise to runes of our ancestor’s souls
For on their bones, your temples stand
Never forgotten, the spirits of old
In the name of our crown, we’ll never stand down
Good fortune to all, no return
With sword in hand, I will fight
Forth ward to Valhalla we ride
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As dusk embraces the horizon
On seas of canopies, the mist tide ebbs and flows
Drawing a veil over the auburn ocean
Submerged in the forest depths
The Pantheon spirits emerge
Ethereal Forest incandescent
In the embrace of the autumn night
I turn towards the sun
In filtered glow of leaves
The face turns not to me
I knew the veil between worlds was thin
Riding down autumn paths
Leaves rain like embers from the sky
And I knew I was not alone
Transcendental presence of that,
That can be felt but never seen
That permeates perception
Surreptitious ever presence
Like mists on the tree line
Like the glow of autumn forests
Harvest spirits swim through the trees
In celebration of the earth
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The moon hangs above the horizon line
Gazing down, radiating light to the woods
Guardian of the nocturnal lands
Trees sway in the breeze, cascading hymn of the lands
As we gather fuel for fires
Along the sacred paths, guided by stone monoliths
Illuminated by 1000 fires against the granite guards
And the plethora of stars
We ascend the paths
Towards the temples of rings
Guarded by the ancient rocks
On the dark horizon, the circle of stones appears
The gateway to other worlds
In communion with the gods
To give praise in the turn of the seasons
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6. |
Tír nAill
01:57
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7. |
Cernunnos
08:25
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The slumbering sun, of the autumn orchid
Like a radiant wraith of the either
piecing through the canopies
and guides my path in playful reflections
Upon the shrouded lake, slow echoes of mist
Lapping at the autumn roots
Manifesting a silent spectre against the forest light
Silhouette rising, in the cold light of dawn
Against the placid waves
Cernunnos
What spirit art thou before me? Be thee beast or man?
None said the other, yet I am both
For those who find me, take forth my crown
My form of innocence
I am the seasons, I am the sky
My form of innocence
Go forth on before me
In tides of supernatural winds, I bring peace to the lands
For those who find me, take forth my crown
I am the cycles of the earth
I am the seasons, I am the sky
I am the cycles of rebirth
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8. |
Last Leaves of Autumn
03:00
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Blencathra England, UK
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English melodic black speed metal.
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Label: www.naturmacht.com
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