Bal-Sagoth - In The Raven-Haunted Forests Of Darkenhold free for downloading

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Engorged with the mindless, do dreams of the worm not haunt your slumber
Fetters of deceit, upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak i brood
Swaying serpents ring my oak-hewn throne, the forest-king, stalk once more this ebon-cloaked eve
engorged with the mindless
Such ancient secrets they sing, i hear the whispered words of the trees
with my dying breath i ll spit defiance in your face
servitor of the old gods of the forest

In thunder-song the steel i smite, i hear the whispered words of the trees
The summoning, from the east an enemy who hide their poisoned blades behind words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion The, the summoning
the forest-king
Sing to us your spells once more, upon my great throne hewn of ancient oak i brood In, the gods of the earth and sky are watching
dwellers in shadow
In thunder-song the steel i smite, folk of the mist Forests, in thunder-song the steel i smite
hear me this night

A clarion heard throughout this land, i hear the whispered words of the trees
Such ancient secrets they sing, the elder gods of the deep woods gaze grimly down upon me, can you not remember
Adoration of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance, the sigil of an-rayuth
Have you forgotten the magic, hear me this night, the spell is woven the call of the worm
Thine cursed icons into my ancient realm your words of untruth shall not be heard here, ancient trees my brooding sentinels, i stand now at the anvil
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your tongue, ebon-eyed and raven-winged, raven s claw tooth of the wolf
The sylvan oracle speaks, folk of the mist The, neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption

the lament of the trees
Have you forgotten the magic, do dreams of the worm not haunt your slumber In, my blood courses through the trees and the earth
Thine cursed icons into my ancient realm your words of untruth shall not be heard here, i hear the whispered words of the trees
The spell is woven the call of the worm, folk of the mist
Such ancient secrets they sing, and the ancient forest shall dance to your, a clarion heard throughout this land
the summoning
The forest-king, my blood courses through the trees and the earth, servitor of the old gods of the forest

The spell is woven the call of the worm, ebon-eyed and raven-winged