letra de wassel grove - symbel
of an experience in a heathen wood.
a line of fire
flickers on mist enshrouding knees
hooded carriers of torches file
through the dark and twisted trees
the trees, the forest,
the trees in the forest
we worshipped in sacred groves
effigies on wooden poles
whispering with dead souls
i once did this
scuffing through groves
that whisper old songs
and riddles to solve
we longed for the mead hall
the symbel and boast
to walk and crackle through the soft bracken
i see what this hidden world was for
and what it meant to the heathen mind
a gateway to interaction with gods
i acknowledge my bl–dy past
of sacrifice within these trees
it is part of us
and so i return here
in modern ways
drink to the evolution
of our new heathen hearts!
woden!
the trees, the forest
the trees in the forest.
letras aleatórias
- letra de face to face (remix) - nauí
- letra de up remix - drefquila
- letra de i've been waitin' for tomorrow (all of my life) - the the
- letra de erobert & geklaut - die höchste eisenbahn
- letra de hundreds of stories - lin-manuel miranda
- letra de tipicophase (mezzanin) - fard
- letra de a thing called love - jermaine carr
- letra de più forte - fame
- letra de office - tvoyson
- letra de john smith - john x smith