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Tempting Voices
05:49
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I strayed too long from your side
So until it's over, you'll feed the loneliness
That tempting voice inside
Along with all this filth and mire, bring me a reason not to fly
Not to die
I'll always strive
Strive to forget those days we used to fret away, steal away, blee away with childish hands
Lie with me, say you'll never lie lifeless in this earth
I fear not the doors within the trees
(fear not the doors within the trees)
I won't stay
Hide my name
(I won't stay here)
Hide my name in the earth
Scrawled in ink that writes our days away below the blooded boughs
Lead me from your light
I fear not the doors within the trees
I won't stay
Hide my name
I won't speak older tongues to bind the heart of time
(I won't stay here)
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Moonlit Moor
05:38
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A welcome silence breathes through the fade, calls me to my shelter
Within the water, we drowned the trees; hands that plead the moon for light
My demon, stay here a while, linger in my bones
(My children, you'll stay here, no longer beside me)
Bleeding me won't bring you peace
Black descends into a moon-drowned lake
Wraith of nuin, decant my soul
Drink with glee upon the shore
That laps with lust at your dark words
Lend me flesh, i'll give you my own; my weakness
Gray wraith of nuin, I plea
Life unending
Will undying
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Initiation
05:15
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A common tongue for the bestial empyrean, a realm still steeped in revelry to the last
A brazen call before the ancients' despoiling ley; cold sleepers in bliss as they wane
Drink deep from the throat of Ur; eighteenth seal of the wood
The seal of the crowned
The soul is flayed, the heart is severed, the skin unbound
All hail the horned god
Our moon holds way. Wyrds of power in your embrace
All hail the horned god
Drink deep from the throat of Ur; black earth seal of the wood
The seal of the crowned
The fiend of the trees
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The Wheel Turns
05:23
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Rose torn asunder
Wheel always turning
One last moon will shed leaf from withering limb
Her song calls me back
Vale smoke has choked our hearts
The wight of autumn's flame bled our hallows dark
Curled our leaves under the weight of regret
How long was I (gone?)
How long did i leave her wanting, alone?
I bled to free myself from death, shed the lifeless skin of love
Home is the blooded arches' eye
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Morrigans Call
02:02
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Aythyr Perth, Australia
Aythyr is a project band with the goal of creating a world through the art of music. Drawing inspiration from the darker side of mysticism, the occult and symbolism used by our ancestors to make sense of the chaotic world we live in.
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