Тексты песен «Hexvessel»

Many winters winds have whipped me Unseen runes of those who drew me Rested in the bark of copper Left behind by a long lost writer Concealed in a plume of birches Waiting for the ones who find me Ancient magic...

(feat. Alia of Blood Ceremony) Ghost-wood bear-skull pines engulf us Primal ancestors Sons of an older cosmos Memory tree remember me when I am under the ground Beyond the aspens roots I see Wisdom centuries old abound...

Saddle horn Worn femurs Worthy bones Gunsmoke ghosts The last lost outpost No call from the wilderness Can't speak in stone wounds Wine glasses chink down hollow rooms No grave for a hero like you No rest for a...

A new serum eradicates the illness An old man rises from his wheelchair When suffering unknown attacks the painless And common animals are becoming rare As water spins in circles twice Spiders, snakes and the little...

“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.” She brings the harvest spiral dance Fruit Bone Blood Earth She is the ellipse of the heavenly bodies Water Stars Air Birth She calls each...

His Portal Tomb I see your face Painted rays through glass panes Black pillars beneath your feet If you could speak what would you tell me? Hieroglyphic texts Spells that protect Universe descends Symbols that project...

Invocation summoning My blood-fuse lit right up Conjuring the operation I saw the singing veins of God Mountains of leaking arks Slowly yawning in the dark The black corridor opens And smoke rose from the Serpents...

This is the end of the world This is the end of the world This is the end of the world This is the end of it all I drank a dream that I was an oak on fire Where words became birds of a mirror-world Fellow travelers...

In forest heart the man of leaves is dancing He is the source of stream and seed of life begun At the edge of dawn his lithe green limbs are moving Our thin flutes play and he steps the mystery round Green Lord Green...

Conceived with the autumn A viper at his feet With eyes like the keyholes Of magic city gates A crooked child of specters A sign from above Who saw the stars on gravestones And sung the sky in blood Born into the...

"Is it because wilderness makes pretty picture postcards? Because it protects watersheds for downstream use by agriculture, industry, and homes? Because it's a good place to clean the cobwebs out of our heads after...

Oh this isn't walking in the forest with grandpa When life was simple and honest This is a cold wet camp when the fire won't kindle And you're damp to the bone and miles from home When the trees shiver all through the...