Samain piosenki

Unhallowed ground our bare feet touches. The wild grasses swept by a wind of calling. A fire to challenge their God’s delight. Into the earth our King will travel, his way paved with gold and thought, to a wicked afterlife of no repentance. Hear the...

My mind swims through oceans of blood. Dark mists trail me, through skeletal forests and ruined cities where even the ghosts have died. Red dusts of desolate wastes shroud me, and distant gates call. The plains are three deep with blinded, fallen ange...

I stepped out on a path of black stones, polished by the wind, my reflection a twisted insight. Iron-grey the early evening sky. I sweated, though I knew the seasons turned (in my favour). The blood that was singing now choked up with ice. I spat u...

Here in glades far removed of humankind - with wisdom dearest - my retreat is a boundless gulf and a grief-stricken voyage to the unwary. Tree’s edge, back-flattened to skulk, the motes on misted air twist away, to each its own path to solitude. The cu...

Through the mists we ran, sunbeams cast in vapour the spears of Lugh cast in war before us. Massed ranks of Foe a spider-web weak contrivance and we; secure in knowing we'll redden their earth ruts. A thousand battles balanced on sword's edge and o...

"The wanton lust of men is the enemy" were her words to me; but unheard she was, for all my thoughts were for the kill. "A treasure beyond all else is my womb, for from it shall come the very vigour of the land." I had no mind for a woman's riddles; m...

A warrior’s flame is a lycanthropy of the spirit, to burst its shackles on the waxing edge of battle, where the teeth of nature clamp one, straightened as a sword’s edge, mindless to all but the war-drum beating of a heart set amidst a world of slaught...

The wind rapes the trees, air gibbers with profanities, woodsmoke slinks of prophecy; Shapes lurk in the shadows of the threshold of night. The ritual empowers me in this heart of astral cyclone. Stormwings lend me your gathering. Enfold me in powers...

Roaming the silent halls of this world, from crypt to cradle, the secrets of life I drink in. Preying on this produce of sunlight, although forever doomed to these vast winterhalls of Longing… and Despair. I cast no shadow, when in this world of shadows...