كلمات The Heathen Island

High, this violent scent I'm floating on air Deep, the echo of the waves From darkest skies So far away Leading us to them Night, this stormy night Upon the fields We raise our hands And make belief Calling, now calling them Down, to descend The elder gods They're summoned by us Invoked back to life They're summoned by us Invoked by the rites Storms, upon the storm We call you Threatening skies Seal their names Void, out of this void And into flesh Ancient deities Now we welcome thee Turned heavenward, our palms They gather From heavensent, down to the Center of the earth Witch Ride the winds, bloodred horizons Come to me oh, demeter's kin Dive beneath, bright silver mountains Ride the winds, bloodred horizons Come to me oh artemis' kin Dive beneath, bright silver mountains