Lyrics Black Moss - Wodensthrone

Black Moss

The leaves of Éormensyll fall, returning to the russet ancient earth*
The wells and rivers overflow with blood of would-be wise that hang from ashen
bone
Its hollow limbs writhe towards the sky’s auroral glow
Death becomes the twilight.
The four winds no longer blow
He who gnaws can taste the flames, of corruption and denial
Of terror forced blind submission.
Of disease that seeps into the roots
Faith has been bestowed to wealth and the weak are lead by traitors,
who glorify emptiness
The poison slowly creeps around the branches and all becomes consumed,
rotting under the black moss