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SAPTHURAN LYRICS
"The Wanderer" (2007)
1. Summoning the Hated One
2. Write My Words Upon the Winds
3. Wailing Blackwinds
4. Fang of Night
5. An Earthen Madrigal and Curse to All Men
6. The Weave and Will of Fate and Time
7. Forever a Wandering Spirit
8. Call of Wolf
9. Fullmoon Rising
10. Sylvan Winter Madrigal
1. Summoning the Hated One
Deep in the Forest,
in the center of the clearing,
the remaining faithful few
gather round the fire.
The moon through the trees
and the glow of the flames
light an ancient Pagan rite
to summon spirits of old.
When rites of Blot are completed,
they drink the mead and blood
from ancestral drinking horns
passed down by their fathers.
Two ravens fly overhead
as a wolf watches from the trees.
The hooded figures
sing in unison to the sky.
The end of the sacred rite
marks the return of the Hated One...
2. Write My Words Upon the Winds
Hearken well to what is said here
and write my words upon the winds...
Cold winds and grey clouds,
warm breezes and icy storms,
blue lakes and rivers flowing
and the vast sea which is mother to all things,
lands that are barren
and lands that are fruitful,
high forest and open heath,
O' red face of the Sun
of this world and of all others,
hearken well to what is said here
and write my words upon the winds...
Wind and storm,
sun and sky,
lake, river and sea,
land, forest and heath,
mark well what has been said here.
3. Wailing Blackwinds
Howling winds of frozen fury
grace the landscapes, cold and dark.
And here upon these plains of winter,
I stand to face the bitter north.
I walk amongst the frozen trees,
surrounded by the calm and death.
And under boughs and pines of white,
transformed to frost, my frozen breath.
As the sun lays rest the day,
twilight paints the snowy blight.
Majestic stars and moon ascending
into the everlasting night.
And here I stand, in awe and wonder,
to face ancestral winter's coming.
No fire burns, no light can shine,
for here cold freezes even time.
4. Fang of Night
Wolfbrother,
fang of night,
and howl of thunder,
Greymane,
old and wise,
with eyes of fire,
Raven Black,
I see you there,
atop that tree,
and you,
foul serpent,
slithering at my feet.
I see the Oak
of many branches.
Its strong roots run deep.
And I see Man
with his clouded mind,
full of hate and anger.
I am the one who walks your dreams,
the wanderer who leaves no trail behind.
5. An Earthen Madrigal and Curse to All Men
Bury my body under the mountain.
cast my ashes into the sea.
I give my heart to the wolves,
let them sing my memory to the trees.
Mourn not for me, my brethren,
I am now what I always was to be.
By escaping the confines of human form,
I stand triumphant, proud and free.
My mind unclouded and vision cleared,
I achieve the one true purity.
My hatred burns for those called man
and lights the primal flame in me.
I curse thee forevermore, humanity.
Hear my call, O' Ancient One,
as I lift my voice to summon thee.
Give me strength of blade and hammer
so I may smash my enemies.
6. The Weave and Will of Fate and Time
As swirling mists rise from frozen ground,
the sun gives way to nightfall's splendor.
The twilight sings the end of day
and the moon rejoices in its song.
Clouds gather atop mountain peaks
and the forests whisper to the streams:
"What secrets might one find downriver?
What hidden lands do its waters hide?"
None know but the seas which guard vast wisdom
in their murky depths down where no man can reach.
In the deep rests an unknown power,
one which binds the Earth as one.
One which tells the stars where to shine
and knows where next the winds will blow.
The weave of life is in the trees,
in the snows and in the hill,
in the sea so deep and mountains high,
and in the realm where spirits dwell
and turn the cogs of fate and time.
7. Forever a Wandering Spirit
To the center of the frozen lake I wander.
Enraptured by frost, to my knees I fall.
At the moon I howl, eyes aglow with freezing flame.
Into deep sleep, soon I am overwhelmed with dreams.
From the trees a figure appeared.
Toward me a hooded form walked over frozen water.
And out of ice a dagger he forged.
With the mist he vanished, by my side the dagger lay.
With the sun I return to the corporeal world.
Next to me the blade gleams with morning's rays.
To my feet I struggle, taking knife in hand.
Mad with frozen fury, to the sun the blade I lift.
Open my wrists I tear, howling with abandon.
The frozen blade now red with blood.
Stained were the snows as ice filled my veins.
Overwhelmed with cold, into sleep I drift.
To the astral realm I journey through ethereal worlds.
Human am I no more, forever a wandering spirit.
8. Call of Wolf
9. Fullmoon Rising
10. Sylvan Winter Madrigal
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