| I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods
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| Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest…
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| I hear the whispered words of the trees…
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| Such ancient secrets they sing…
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| Swaying serpents ring my oak-hewn throne
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| Night and shadow are my hunting dogs…
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| Ravenous, they howl to be unshackled
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| That their maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes
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| Raven’s claw… tooth of the wolf
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| Ancient trees my brooding sentinels
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| Gnarled branches clawing the nighted heavens
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| Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings…
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| Awaken, o' elder creatures of this sylvan realm
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| Stalk once more this ebon-cloaked eve
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| I hear the whispered words of the trees
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| Such ancient secrets they sing…
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| I stand now at the anvil
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| Adamantine hammer in my hand
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| In thunder-song the steel I smite
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| A clarion heard throughout this land
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| (Yawning wide beneath me…) the jaws of the worm…
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| (hearken, the spell is woven…) the call of the worm…
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| Raven’s claw… tooth of the wolf
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| Ablaze upon the Altar of Stone
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| The Sigil of An-rayuth, the summoning!
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| Folk of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow
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| The thrice-blessed wand of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
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| At the aeon-swathed Shrine of the Oak I kneel
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| O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me this night…
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| The Sylvan Oracle Speaks:
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| The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on
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| Complete… the nexus is at hand. |
| But hearken… for a new enemy approaches
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| From the east… an enemy who hide their poisoned blades behind words of
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| Falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind men’s minds with
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| Fetters of deceit. |
| Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of
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| Darkenhold, and the enemy shall hear you…
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| The Forest-King:
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| Yes… I behold now the face of the encroaching foe… Hear my oath! |
| You
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| Clad in gleaming robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
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| Adoration of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance…
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| 'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! |
| Bring not
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| Thine cursed icons into my ancient realm… your words of untruth shall not be
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| Heard here! |
| My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors… aye, and
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| With my dying breath I’ll spit defiance in your face!
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| Upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak I brood…
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| My mantle, the leaves stirred by the whispering of the winds
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| The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me…
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| My blood courses through the trees and the earth…
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| And I watch in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged
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| From every bough of my kingdom…
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| The Lament of the Trees:
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| Can you not remember? |
| Have you forgotten the magic?
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| Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your
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| Words…
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| The Forest-King:
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| I stand now at the anvil
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| Adamantine hammer in my hand
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| In thunder-song the steel I smite
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| A clarion heard throughout this land
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| Can you not see the coils of the worm all about you?
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| Can you not hear the writhing of the worm beneath you?
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| Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the wind?
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| Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you?
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| Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your tongue?
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| Do dreams of the worm not haunt your slumber?
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| The Forest-King:
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| I hear the whispered words of the trees
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| Such ancient secrets they sing… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In The Raven-Haunted Forests Of Darkenhold , by - Bal-Sagoth. Song from the album Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule, in the genre Эпический метал