Bal Sagoth
앨범 : Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule

The Words of the Forest King on the Eve of the Nexus
I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods
Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest
I hear the whispered words of the trees
Such ancient secrets they sing
Swaying serpents ring my oak hewn throne
Night and shadow are my hunting dogs
Ravenous, they howl to be unshackled
That their maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes
Raven's claw tooth of the wolf
Ancient trees my brooding sentinels
Gnarled branches clawing the nighted heavens
Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this sylvan realm
Stalk once more this ebon cloaked eve
I hear the whispered words of the trees
Such ancient secrets they sing
I stand now at the anvil
Adamantine hammer in my hand
In thunder song the steel I smite
A clarion heard throughout this land
Yawning wide beneath me the jaws of the worm
hearken, the spell is woven the call of the worm
Raven's claw tooth of the wolf
Ablaze upon the Altar of Stone
The Sigil of An rayuth, the summoning
Folk of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow
The thrice blessed wand of the Wood Gods is beckoning
At the aeon swathed Shrine of the Oak I kneel
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me this night
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on
complete the nexus is at hand But hearken for a new enemy approaches
from the east an enemy who hide their poisoned blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind men's minds with
fetters of deceit Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall hear you
Yes I behold now the face of the encroaching foe Hear my oath You
clad in gleaming robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption Bring not
thine cursed icons into my ancient realm your words of untruth shall not be
heard here My steel is honed and thirsting for your life ichors aye, and
with my dying breath I'll spit defiance in your face
Upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak I brood
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the whispering of the winds
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me
My blood courses through the trees and the earth
And I watch in silence, ebon eyed and raven winged
From every bough of my kingdom
Can you not remember Have you forgotten the magic
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your
words
I stand now at the anvil
Adamantine hammer in my hand
In thunder song the steel I smite
A clarion heard throughout this land
Can you not see the coils of the worm all about you
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm beneath you
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the wind
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your tongue
Do dreams of the worm not haunt your slumber
I hear the whispered words of the trees
Such ancient secrets they sing