Post by Heretic on Aug 5, 2006 17:26:35 GMT -5
The Wolfkin
Part I: The Witchsong
Tangled branches veil the sky
Tearing the night with the chant of tongues
Helpless and naked on the roots
Flesh aquiver at the approach
Hands grasp for the hope
These shadows mock me with their silence
Eyes observe my struggles
Impassive, reeling from the hunger
Evil slavering leeringly enjoyed.
Part II: Kingslayer
A wilted orchid lies in my hand
My brow bathed in blood
Wolves lap up what is left of me
I am laid bare before the mob
Graves under the moon,
Embraced by the roots
A forest of Dead Ones rings in dull mourning
How our priests wailed
At the coming of Morrighan!
Part III: Wretched are your Gods
Clammy moonlight among the blossoms
Still I panic at the fragrance
Why do the daemons hate me so?
All night long they torment me
Handsome faces and wild hands
Revelry for the Unclean One
I am parched in the midst of a pool
For the pool holds the corpses of greater men than I
And they deny me their blood in ancient cruelty.
Part IV: The Murder of Serenity
Desire gasps in delight at my weakness
Gleeful terrors hand meat to Bitterness
Monotonous chanting is the lullaby for my child
Wickedness lies stretched on my bed
I can sleep there no more,
For fear of the jaws of the Accuser
Dancing on the winds of brutality
I reap the storm I have so long deserved.
Part V: Breaker of Tombs
“I am no more than carrion,” I whisper to the dark
I expect no reply from the close shadows of my coffin
Yet I am answered:
“I was here once, and it was for you
With ruined hands I cleansed your soul
Come out of the tomb, beloved son
Weep no more in your hollow tree,
For I am Jesus Undying.”
Part I: The Witchsong
Tangled branches veil the sky
Tearing the night with the chant of tongues
Helpless and naked on the roots
Flesh aquiver at the approach
Hands grasp for the hope
These shadows mock me with their silence
Eyes observe my struggles
Impassive, reeling from the hunger
Evil slavering leeringly enjoyed.
Part II: Kingslayer
A wilted orchid lies in my hand
My brow bathed in blood
Wolves lap up what is left of me
I am laid bare before the mob
Graves under the moon,
Embraced by the roots
A forest of Dead Ones rings in dull mourning
How our priests wailed
At the coming of Morrighan!
Part III: Wretched are your Gods
Clammy moonlight among the blossoms
Still I panic at the fragrance
Why do the daemons hate me so?
All night long they torment me
Handsome faces and wild hands
Revelry for the Unclean One
I am parched in the midst of a pool
For the pool holds the corpses of greater men than I
And they deny me their blood in ancient cruelty.
Part IV: The Murder of Serenity
Desire gasps in delight at my weakness
Gleeful terrors hand meat to Bitterness
Monotonous chanting is the lullaby for my child
Wickedness lies stretched on my bed
I can sleep there no more,
For fear of the jaws of the Accuser
Dancing on the winds of brutality
I reap the storm I have so long deserved.
Part V: Breaker of Tombs
“I am no more than carrion,” I whisper to the dark
I expect no reply from the close shadows of my coffin
Yet I am answered:
“I was here once, and it was for you
With ruined hands I cleansed your soul
Come out of the tomb, beloved son
Weep no more in your hollow tree,
For I am Jesus Undying.”