Heathenreel

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Hey! One with the earth, pave my way through the green From above I stare down at (the) crowds There by the oaks, I'll honor the roots and the clouds With trembling hands I feel my pure life deep within Oh deep, deep color of the leaves awakes me Deep, deep color of the sky… Then all the fowls stay silent and the leaves end their fall Suddenly I realize The earth is breathing with me and I cry... she is now my beloved bride I am one, sole inheritance and yield To myself the pageantry of being lonely, I'm fit to be called a son of the minority, Glad to be seen as an off-key in thy foreseen tune! Oh fathomless wailing of the wind awakes me It takes me up into the sky… Then all the fowls stay silent and the leaves end their fall Suddenly I realize The earth is breathing with me and I cry … Besieged by the boundless grandeur of these green clad heaths Could I swallow deep within of Mother Nature's seed Branches pleached and berried bushes and that lonely tree To this oak wood I bestow my PAGAN PURITY! One with the earth pave my way through the green ...from above I stare down at crowds By the oaks I'll honor the roots ...from above I stare down at crowds Then all the fowls stay silent and the leaves end their fall Suddenly I realize The earth is breathing with me and I cry... She is now my beloved bride Besieged by the boundless grandeur of these green clad heaths Could I swallow deep within of Mother Nature’s seed? Branches pleached and berried bushes and that lonely tree To this oak wood I bestow my pagan purity! Besieged by the boundless grandeur of these green clad heaths Could I swallow deep within of Mother Nature’s seed? Branches pleached and berried bushes and that lonely tree To this oak wood I bestow my pagan purity! Purity

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

From the branch where he dwells and lies Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes A verse, hidden mirror And from the treetop of an oak He laughed at people down beneath With his eyes travelling over the scene (so strange) He could mind-trace the flow None of them realise something shared beyond It's like a lighthouse from the port Leading the boats to their quay Lone but wealthy inside Awaked by a sudden whisper A rhyme that slipped through his mind Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp He knows what they ignore The Dweller of Rhymes Of rhymes! All is grist that comes to his mill And all that glitters is not gold For him, lesson of Nature His pockets full of nothing show Knowledge alone could make him stand (could make him stand) With his eyes travelling over the scene (so strange) He could mind-trace the flow None of them realise something shared beyond It's like a lighthouse from the port Leading the boats to their quay Lone but wealthy inside Awaked by a sudden whisper A rhyme that slipped through his mind Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp He knows what they ignore The Dweller of Rhymes Warped inside a whirl of thousand words Can I compete with what's beyond? Forced down by the waves made out of my mind, Out of my life, into the mist Lone but wealthy inside Awaked by a sudden whisper A rhyme that slipped through his mind Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp He knows what they ignore The Dweller of Rhymes Lone but wealthy inside Awaked by a sudden whisper A rhyme that slipped through his mind Stunned by the tunes of the nature-born harp He knows what they ignore The Dweller of Rhymes!! Oh yeah...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel Strange rules has this dance suffers from a serious allergy Reddens and becomes so unkind, when people're acting just like you The regal dance's about to start and I am here to tell you "There's many a slip twixt cup and lip" 'tis something that could help you On and on please join the ball, nobody will stop you The steps they are so simple, look the moon is dancing too! Drink a toast with the wise man, no one will care for you Let the dances have their go, follow 'till they reach the end Mind the minstrels they will say you're just another scarecrow Not a word a single word, not for all the whole damn world You say... You say... oh... Step out of this regality dance One foot in heaven, one in your grave Mind this last one, it shall make you fall A regardful bow When your every single choice is Taken by the spin of a penny coin I came I saw, do not want nothing at all, do not want to moralise you Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease your rudimental pride "Live and let live" told the wise man, as no one cared for him From the soil which is now part of..."leaving is so easier than living" He says... oh... Step out of this regality dance One foot into heaven, one in your grave Mind this last one, it shall make you fall A regardful bow When your every single choice is Taken by the spin of a penny coin Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs To the Danse Païen Please come in and hurry up or You will miss your turn Step out of this regality dance One foot into heaven, one in your grave Mind this last one, it shall make you fall A regardful bow When your every single choice is Taken by the spin of a penny coin Step out of this regality dance One foot into heaven, one in your grave Mind this last one, it shall make you fall A regardful bow When your every single choice is Taken by the spin of a penny coin Face the truth – are you worthy of this honesty filled... celebration? Another tune bursting forth from the passion that glides in my veins Can you feel it? A speaking portrait’s in front of me, do you acknowledge yourself? Who painted you?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

At night I heard the owls say : "Find the truth beneath the stars You'll have to travel back to heaths of green... ...The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you A king will tell you to ride until..." ... the leaves on the trees from black color turn to green There to find the oak woods I seek, where the old oaks still speak At night I heard the old king say: "To find your journey through the dark You'll have to travel on a field of green" Through time dark landscapes leave their place to grasslands of joy Bestowed to ancient oak woods here I ... ... stand astonished by green, light of power covers me To understand the nature of man I have now to speak with the trees. In my life I always prayed the ancients acting with pure honesty This is time to face the truth so here I go Running through the woods I question every plant and every tree Searching for the answer that was promised to me Then the full moon comes out and the wind whispers in my ear : "Ask for White Willow near the Silver Lake"... -The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient times White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes -The vision of the world I had before was based on thousand lies White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth And there it stands the only White Willow tree He embraced me and he told me to gaze at the stars! The wise old tree twice spoke to me and he said : "Bring truth to the ones that you trust And make them believe that I still exist" So he closed his eyes and I traveled back home Back to my world, home I return : And the birds cry out "The old king has died" With tears in my eyes I follow my heritage : Now I am to be new Elvenking! The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient times White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes The vision of the world I had before was based on thousand lies White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth Green power light was flowing down my eyes like waters from the falls White Willow filled my heart with lore I now recall (lore I now recall!) -The black horizons once I saw now turn to white as I pass by And now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the truth And there it stands, the only white willow tree with golden leaves and a sweet old voice He embraced me, hard as rock and he told me, gaze at the stars In the light I still see, the only willow tree I'm living on, the dream he shared with me Sometimes I can still see, the good old speaking tree His voice like ambrosia's flowing deep in me

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Your bright enchanting smile, Reminds me of the day when I learnt, That nothing lasts forever, And your goodwill's just another hoax of your kind. Time and time again, That feeling had got lost and ever since, I've tried to understand the meaning of, My inner self conviction I lied (to myself). As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness. That cannot last 'till the day after From this I will hide myself. Myself... Skywards again, I search for my dimension People don't know how I am alive Experience has taught to count every single move Now I know I'm standing alone Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter I watch it grow with endless delight Carry me, carry me all your devotion Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again... The lovely beeches told me to think for myself; to bury down the lies of other minds and I know how I cannot be last but first As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness. That cannot last 'till the day after, From this I will hide myself. Myself... Skywards again, I search for my dimension People don't know how I am alive Experience has taught to count every single move Now I know I'm standing alone Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter I watch it grow with endless delight Carry me, carry me all your devotion Deep in my heart to see my haven fall Skywards again, I search for my dimension People don't know how I am alive Experience has taught to count every single move Now I know I'm standing alone Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter I watch it grow with endless delight Carry me, carry me all your devotion Deep in my heart Torturize in the night I am falling down - into the dark Deep within it's a dream I cannot control - It's killing me My human conscience is dragging me down - into the dark The temptress whispers...(again)... - It's killing me SKYWARDS!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

The hobs are climbing on the hill To seek the gold of fairy light Into the holts they run and wait They dress in green, they love their gold They talk to hornbeams in the cold The old forest is their shelter Now I see them all Into the light they're ready to go Strength in hand they walk Into the barrows, they sing that old song Hobs - Hobs an' feathers Hobs - Hobs an' feathers The infiltrate through barrow lands With pegs and pickets they go on To thieve the treasures of the ghosts …into the room there is a chest Only dust where it rests Inside no gold: a bunch of feathers I have seen them go Into the light, they've already gone Feathers in hand they hold Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song Hobs - Hobs an' feathers Hobs - Hobs an' feathers They dress in green, they love their gold They talk to hornbeams in the cold The old forest is their shelter I have seen them go Into the light, they’ve already gone Feathers in hand they hold Sad in the barrows, they cry that old song Hobs – Hobs an’ feathers Hobs – Hobs an’ feathers Hobs – Hobs an’ feathers Hobs – Hobs an’ feathers

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Follow down the path It leads to a circle of houses, Where foreigners are not well thought And strangers unwelcome to their affairs! The villagers (so they said) do heathen rituals "Just for a while Look through the chimney stack Through the mist, aren't you afeared? Ajar are the doors A smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid?" Solo: Jarpen Hidden by the clouds A pallid sun on a November day An expedition organised To go and see what's going on The villagers (none of them) weren't seen in town for weeks To get provisions as they used to... "Just for a while Look through the chimney stack Through the mist, aren't you afeared? Ajar are the doors A smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid?" Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part of your dreams! (Someone said it is a magic place!) Chorus: Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon, Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances Lies a village, built on a clearing Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill That mournful light in (the) ground floor window is always lit! As they reached the hamlet on the hill They found nobody at all! (was anybody there?) Faint light in the house (where have they gone?) Would they dare to go inside (to go inside) When they all returned back home They told of uncanny things When they all returned back home Inside (knock, knock) their souls something's hopelessly gone! Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the stream While we was having a bath, "A terrible misfortune, Was an incredible and fatal accident!" Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the Major, was the second one, His horse fell on top of him, the wounds were too serious to be cured. One by one the thirteen died, all those who had been to that village faced the unknown One! One was hanged, the other choked, little by little all the townsmen understood The Conjuring of the 14th was gliding in the mazes of their lives Thirteen souls to replace the old, the evil lifeblood will flow in the shadows of their bodies Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part of your dreams! (Someone said it is a magic place!) Chorus: Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon, Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances Lies a village, built on a clearing When they went back to the village then, thirteen houses occupied Thirteen new inhabitants, whom does he look like? Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill That mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Under (the) moon, spring time still to come "If I keep questing, I may find some settling!" Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood Look around at the frightened faces One man speaks, loud and loud he cries "All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!" Then they all went for a riot indeed Torch in hand and angry glances, oh... Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn (the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees! - be aware - As old as trees! Nighttime - never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....! In the end, the circle's close at hand Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy Never they saw their home's door open at night Stars witness their silent traces, oh... Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge Empty a jug of whitest milk over her head! - she'll pass away - Over her head! Nighttime - never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....! Nighttime – never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk – a dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don’t want your gold! Nighttime – never they say, go off alone In their tracks I walk – a dreadful strain Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait No gold nor silver, fear is sold... fear is sold at nighttime!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

[Voice of Fall: Damnagoras] [Summerplunge: Pauline Tacey] [Spirit of Spring: Laura de Luca] [Wintersoul: Jarpen] [Voice of Fall:] We’re going to tell the tale of tales [Summerplunge:] Are you sure? Or a little story of fancy [Voice of Fall:] Seamen [Wintersoul:] Dreamen [Voice of Fall:] Listen all! [Wintersoul & Spirit of Spring:] The Fall begins his speech [Voice of Fall:] So I bring rest upon the earth [Spirit of Spring:] With my seed, weald cover all thy hearthstones [Wintersoul:] Soothing [Summerplunge:] Trimming [Wintersoul:] Hum to sleep! [Voice of Fall & Summerplunge:] The ornaments of woodnotes! [Summerplunge:] (Night surrounds We’re roaming through the shades of forgotten fairytales) [Spirit of Spring:] Can you hear the rhymes of winds? [Voice of Fall:] The chant of leaves that fall? [Wintersoul:] No, no don’t let me fall! [Voice of Fall:] Be quiet you! [Voice of Fall & Spirit of Spring:] The renaissance of the seals ...I rest... I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea Listen to this rigmarole, wake up and follow Undertone, along with me, it’s just a hint murmuring sigh Hushing the plains for miles it comes from nowhere I’m aware of my communion I’ll dance from nightfall an’ evermore [Summerplunge:] Look, winter’s cloak is numbing all [Voice of Fall:] Don’t be a fool, you’re doing it out of spite! [Spirit of Spring:] (You’re unfair!) [Wintersoul:] Whiten, now all is white [Summerplunge:] But soon you’ll pass away Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul whirled past us in silence like a passing whim so... Woke, reborn, a seed to be swallowed by the soil caressed in morning’s light veils Twitch and twirl, the Wintersoul has passed dimensions so cruel, reborn, no more forlorn... Dimensions so cruel I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills The crackling of the dead leaves counts the steps that lead me to the sea Listen to this rigmarole, wake up and follow Undertone, along with me, it’s just a hint murmuring sigh Hushing the plains for miles it comes from nowhere I’m aware of my communion I’ll dance from nightfall an’ evermore A piece of a dream, the feel of being part within! Dream up your own temptation A piece of a dream, the feel of being part of it! Build up your own temptation for me! Cherished and mantled by the open sea The waves, ebbs and flows are now singing with me And soundless the sky frays over the land While a million stars, watch over all men Cherished and mantled by the open sea The waves, ebbs and flows are now singing with me And soundless the sky frays over the land While a million stars, watch over all men While a million stars, watch over all men through the lands Listen to this rigmarole, wake up and follow Undertone, along with me, it’s just a hint murmuring sigh Hushing the plains for miles it comes from nowhere I’m aware of my communion I’ll dance from nightfall an’ evermore Listen to this rigmarole, wake up and follow Undertone, along with me, it’s just a hint murmuring sigh Hushing the plains for miles it comes from nowhere I’m aware of my communion I’ll dance from nightfall an’ evermore (Night surrounds) (We’re roaming through the shades of forgotten fairytales) (...) We have told the tale of tales I will rest upon the earth The Wintersoul will pass away

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Forgive me if I’m out of order This new “music” has no soul It may be good for making money Sadly that is not my goal Integrity and honesty are words that you don’t understand But you’re the best – it says so in the penny dreadful in your hand I saw you in the magazine They’re calling you messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn’t be more wrong Oh if we’d played this riff more punk Than may be we’d have had a million seller But this piper’s tune is not for sale I’m glad to say I’m not that kind of fella DJs, VJs, pimps and trollops Never mind music – this is bollocks... I saw you in the magazine They’re calling you messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn’t be more wrong (Ah... ah... ah... oh!) Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out Stand your ground behind the times And refuse to follow fashion Write your poetry with anger And then sing it with a passion Painted faces in a circus – images that spring to mind When I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind I saw you in the magazine They’re calling you messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn’t be more wrong Commercial suicide’s appealing after ten years on this losing streak ‘Cause I’d rather be called sour and bitter then be deemed the flavor of the week Of the week, of the week, week of the week I saw you in the magazine They’re calling you messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn’t be more wrong Extra, extra, read all about it! I saw you in the magazine They’re calling you messiah They must be living in a dream They couldn’t be more wrong

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 08, 2025