Paroles de In My Wooden Temple

In My Wooden Temple In my forest cold In my lair of oak I call on the will of ancients Gods of nature and entropy Crush the human spirit 'neath your mighty roots Cleanse the world of humanity In my wooden temple Where the light of Jehovah shines not I behold my crest of swords A sigil that spits in the face of God I tread not on the path of holy prayer At the heart of nature I shall dwell I reach for isolation You're still reaching for a personal hell Entities of enchanted woods Deities of olden ways I am your loyal priest Pagan blasphemer My heart is an oaken shield Defeating the poison arrows of your meaningless faith I call upon the spirit of the wind To erode your God like a castle in sand For I was born of night As a guardian of wrath Tomorrow never comes for you A new day will not dawn Forever I'll stay true And forever bare the flame And ever long reside… In my wooden temple In my wooden temple In my wooden temple In my wooden temple