Carving the Causeway to the Otherworld
Gather from far and wide To carve the causeway beyond Gather the tribes north to south For we forge the causeway to the Otherworld
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Undergrowth claws the oak's rough frame Winds hiss like serpents from the cold heath Oweynagat, reborn beneath Drink it deep, the black bog's elixir Drink it deep, the black bog's elixir Ancient forests felled from age old stone Stone carved from the land we hold The path ascends us beyond the blood The planes where our kin stood With hammer and axe, this oaken path We forge the path to the Otherworld Blood feud aside for the greater cause We carve the path to the Otherworld Blood feud aside tribal forces Bond where the bog's heart courses Ritualic chants stir buried tomes Reforge your craft on the ancient road Blood and oak in the path were led By runes face down in the bog's deep bed Sacrifice seals the path of old Offerings laid in the earth's cold hold Oaken runes preserved in the mire's cold grip The tribes unite beneath the Druid's call To sink the path to our ancient dead Carving the causeway to the Otherworld Ancient forests felled from age old stone Stone carved from the land we hold The path ascends us beyond the blood The planes where our kin stood Blood feud aside tribal forces Bond where the bog's heart courses Ritualic chants stir buried tomes Reforge your craft on the ancient road Through the mire's dark grip Undergrowth claws the oak frame Winds hiss like serpents from the heath In Oweynagat were reborn beneath Drink deep the black bog's elixir Drink deep the black bog's elixir Oaken runes in the mire's cold grip Unite beneath the druid's call To sink the path to our ancient dead Carving the causeway to the Otherworld Mists of time, the bog's dark veil Sinks the path where spirits prevail Offerings laid in the earth's cold hold Carving the oaken causeway to the Otherworld March, trudge through the mire's dark grip Heavy, hellish veil Trudge through the mire's dark grip Heavy, hellish veil
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Fuil mo chroí ar liag na sníomhchloiche Os cionn dom Goac fola, síor an t-anáil Fuar is dian, báite le bhfuil Thug mé an t-amhrán síoraí do Ghoac Doirtim fuil mo láimhe, thar an chloich Le gríos mo chroí, go dorcha, go foigh Eirigh, a Ghaoc, le fuil ar m'eadan Glaoim ort le pléascadh feirge Doirtim fuil mo laimhe, thar an choice Fógraíonn an tsníomhchloch gan stad Go ngabhfaidh Goac liom go dorr Le fuil na seanfhir thar cloch dár ndíoth Go tógfaidh Goac mé suas gan díth An bís a dhó, mo lámh go géar Go gabhfaidh Goac mo chroí agus corp An fuacht ó Goac, tá sé i m’anam Leis an fhuil, mo dheireadh, níl eagla orm Go tógfar Goac arís os cionn na talún Ag tabhairt fola dom chun cosanta Éirigh, a Ghoac, Le fuil ar m’éadan Glaoim ort le pléascadh feirge Scáthaibh na bhfear, caite thar an liag Dúisíodh tonn an fhíochais a mharaigh iad Beo a gcuid fola trí mo chorp gan eagla Mo chroí géaraithe lena gcuid fola Tabhair dom fuath, is fuacht fiáin Go dté mé gan scáth, gan maithiúnas Ó Ghoac, mo anam, thar teorainn na bhfear Cuirim mo shaol i do lámha Éirigh, a Ghoac, Le fuil ar m’éadan Glaoim ort le pléascadh feirge Éirigh, a Ghoac, Le fuil ar m’éadan Glaoim ort le pléascadh feirge
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For they affirm the nature of this island The air of madness they admire Some have tried to leave But good fate has conspired Druids preside with grave devotion Masters of ritual, of omen, and fire When disease or war casts its blight They vow men to gods in the depth of night No order, no law, all burned the same In the end its set ablaze, they perish in a flame Thieves or the innocеnt, all burned the same No Roman dеcorum, all burned the same In the end its set ablaze Thieves or the innocent, all burned the same No order, no law, no Roman decorum Thieves or the innocent, all burned the same No discipline in the camps where they dwell No Roman decorum to tell Shacked to the hunger they dwell Of the harshest of spirits they tell For they affirm the nature of this island The air of madness they admire Some have tried to leave But good fate has conspired Hindered by Divinity, their hearts inspired Hallucinations come alive in dreams The land whispers, fates intertwined Limbs of twigs they weave, a figure immense in size Fill with the living, beneath the smoky skies And so its set ablaze, they perish in a flame Thieves or the innocent, all burned the same No civilization No Roman decorum They're the Emperors of nothing Hibernia No civitas nor census No scrolls no senate house Just decrees in blood and smoke Hibernia
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Six-fold death of the cosmos intertwined Threads woven into the tapestry of death History purged as magnetic fields turn The great destroyer stirs as dark fires burn Black tides surge beneath the shattered crust Saturn’s sickle gleams, harbinger of death All memory unravels, time reverted Sun rays bend, matter converted North to south, the compass spins and falls Absorber of lightning, unstellar alignment Bound thе stars in a cosmic regulation Under your gaze, thеy drift far from what they once knew Through disturbed matter sunrays bend Sundial marks shifting tides of force The gnomon shadows multiply Let time's unsettled weave fractalize Pray, pray for the disintegration of the dawn Through stones grain seeps the red tides of time Beneath the Samhain sky, where mists entwine The sundial warps and evil shadows align The veil thins where dead suns scream Each pulse of gravity twists the mind buried dream Titan-forged, your rings Grinding aeons into bone Gods kneel before your gaze Stripped of name, of voice, of throne Time devoured and shatters the seasonal cross The poles they flip, as Saturn’s will A galaxy unmade, and reborn on dominating force Atoms stagger beneath its magnetic decree Pyres built on pyres, planets unravel Scythe of Saturn Planetary rotations begin to misalign Scythe of Saturn Forests fossilised, instantly frozen Scythe of Saturn Writhe wretched, writhe wretched, writhe wretched, writhe Six-fold death of the cosmos intertwined Threads woven into the tapestry of death History purged as magnetic fields turn The great destroyer stirs as dark fires burn Pyres built on pyres, planets unravel Scythe of Saturn Planetary rotations begin to misalign Scythe of Saturn Forests fossilised as time is sliced Scythe of Saturn Writhe wretched, writhe wretched, writhe wretched, writhe
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No bells ring, no sacred vow Rot and bone, the bleeding bough Banshidhe screams, beneath the tree The shadow fed on agony Crowned in shadows, Badhah spreads her wings made of bark Hawthorn grows through her veins Cloaked in the fog crawling across the lake Carves oaths the dead retake Janus-faced they claim in vain Of war and bane, stone-carved queen Of thorn and bone, she is twin Crowned in shadows, Badhah spreads her wings made of bark Hawthorn grows through her veins Nine nights she roars, as skys and moons turn to red Sons of Medb crawl from an earthen womb No bells ring, no sacred vow Only rot and bone, the bleeding bough Banshidhe scream, beneath the tree The shadow fed on agony Fuil i bhféar ar bhoithríní ciúine Caointe ó bhéal na gaoithe aniar Seasann sí ag Caldragh, le súile cosúil le gaotha I gciúnas tá an cogadh, ar fhéar glas feasta I bhfoscadh na gcrann, tá an Badhbh ag glaoch Le guth na gaoithe, faoi scáil a thaoibh Feictear í sa néal, ag sníomh an ama I gcaladh na bhfíréan, agus na marbh gan chlann No bells ring, no sacred vow Rot and bone, the bleeding bough Banshidhe screams, beneath the tree The shadow fed on agony Her eyes were made where stars collapsed Her breath unthreads the spine of thorns The shrine remains as stones seer Amid decay and her crown of fear
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In shadows depth, a sky so vast I call the stars, I call the past Seven stars in the seven skies Cernunnos' light through mortal eyes Swallowed by shadows from beyond induced in a euphoric trance of knowledge The bloodstream obeys the pulse of goatskin drums in primal precision Lucid clarity obtained as blood-born visions writhe in the mind As fingers trace the grain on astral maps of sandstone skies From depths of the distant moons Unlocking the gates of unknown Meticulous yearning for knowledge Celеstial patterns bend Swallowing the sacrificial vat of blood igniting thе mind’s sight Consuming the gifts of the gods Drinking the earthen nectar Lucid clarity obtained as blood-born visions writhe in the mind As fingers trace the grain on astral maps of a sandstone sky From depths of the distant moons Unlocking the gates of unknown Meticulous yearning for knowledge Celestial patterns bend Swallowed by shadows from beyond induced in a euphoric trance of knowledge The bloodstream obeys the pulse of goatskin drums in primal precision Lucid clarity obtained as blood-born visions writhe in the mind As fingers trace the grain on astral maps of sandstone skies Prophetic possession obtained as celestial cycles align Paralysis as the mind transports to the skies Follow the intricate labyrinthine carvings The furthest grasp of the furthest star In shadows depth, beneath the sky so vast I call the stars, I call the past Seven stars in the seven skies Cernunnos' light through mortal eyes Styx, Nix, Kerberos, Hydra The wheel can't be undone Open the gates to the untamed wild The droning green murmur collated to one While Mars ignites as a crimson beacon Saturn watches, and bends its revelation As we consume blood and bone Epigenetic memory floods in Styx, Nix, Kerberos, Hydra The wheel can’t be undone Open the gates to the untamed wild The droning green murmur collated to one Seven jaws, seven tongues Vertical sacrifices to Cernunnos Open the gates to the untamed wild The spiral renews but never will end Styx, Nix, Kerberos, Hydra The wheel can't be undone Open the gates to the untamed wild The droning green murmur collated to one While Mars ignites as a crimson beacon Saturn watches, and bends its revelation As we consume blood and bone Epigenetic memory floods in
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