Wolves in the Throne Room
Album • 2009
The journey was long and steep Sweat turns black and runs with dust Here I seek the edge of the world The secrets that lie behind the veil The rapture of the universe As the sun pours down like honey Three sentries loom in the skyline Our sun of eternity shrines bright Many souls slumber On the mountainside below Dressed in royal robes of green and red My left hand points to the earth My right towards the starry sky Writhing serpent belt of eternity Wrapped round my waist Black banner blows in the wind Emblazoned with the white rose of death Under cover of night, by fire light Wood smoke in my lungs Moss and blood in my hair Ash in my eyes, I grip the torch My light illuminates her ritual Lost sigil burns in the dark Her ecstasy shakes the canyon The future now glows with a blue brilliance In my mind’s eye I can see a stronghold With a moat of pure spring water Spires of cedar and fir
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
On this night The light of the ancient world shines bright Blessing the dark children of the valley By this gold brilliance they are cleansed The dog and the wolf will howl as one The twisted village cries out With one voice Then scream at the heavens With disdain and wonder As the beasts rise From beneath the waves They come to tear flesh from the bone Love and sadness Manifest both celebration and funeral The moon rests with the river Here in the valley of dust Pale faces offer their invitations And the shadow beings answer Within the sixteenth encampment Desolation and ecstasy reigns Under a blood red moon They mourn those taken away In the cold grass they lay Under a blood red moon they weep The beasts will rise up From the deep And look you all in the eye Behold the royal procession of tears
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
You point a shattered mirror at the world And mock those who dare to look But you most of all are afraid Of what you might see in the glass Your fire once shined bright in the distance The light in your eyes Could have drawn poison from a wound Your banner once fluttered in the mountain breeze Red, gold and silver but little color remains I will still serve and love you For your intention is as pure as it was But your wounds are soaking through The rivers will flow with your blood And the crows will sing your name As they build their winter nests With your hair, bones and teeth The wind will serve her emperor And bring forth a cleansing storm To wash it all away Trilliums grow from the charred flesh of the old world Broken glass, rusted metal Brambles will draw the blood Of all those who walk these lands You point a shattered mirror at the world And mock those who dare to look But you most of all are afraid Of what you might see in the glass
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
As darkness falls And the spirits of night descend Upon our kingdom of wolves The great ravine vibrates With a nocturnal energy As the bat and the owl begin to stir They drink deep From moonlight nectar That wells up from the earth And drips down from the night sky As the stars sing in perfection As salt and freshwater mix The forest comes alive Within this beauty My mind turns to the past All that has been built and destroyed The fire that shined bright Smoulders in the twilight I can still hear her voice Dripping with venomous sorrow I’ll carry her amethyst light Through this labyrinth
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
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