The Forest Whispers My Name

Black candles dance to an overture, But i am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood red wine My thoughts weigh heavy With the burdens of time From knowledge drunk from The fountain of life Of chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amidst the baying of wolves While the bindings of christ Are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, oderiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As constriction is bled From the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast We lust for the wind And the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh On the murderous breeze To learn from the dark And the voices between This is my Will. The forest whispers my name Again and again The forest whispers my name I walk the path To the land of the dark immortals Where the hungry ones Will carry my soul As the wild hunt Careers through the boughs Come to me my pale enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by A lunar noose And the horned, hidden one Is reinvoked. Dark faerytales in phalustein Symbols and signs To know us by. In the breathing forest! The principal of evil Evolution has been recalled Neath the spread of the darkening aeon I stand enthralled