Testo di View From Nemeton

In inhuman plane where flora nor fauna shall dwell Everlasting winds rustle golden glades though grace not the mortal flesh In the embers of olden days and those which have yet to come Forsaken effigies stand guard for the rites of the sacred blot I rede thee wanderer Hear thou my rede A bastion of peasant prayers in search for earthly divine Whispered to shadows of ancient realms obscured by passage of time From the north they ride in majesty Devout in their kinship of Moon To seek out the wisdom of ancients For ships will be anchoring soon I rede thee wanderer Hear thou my rede Bone to Bone Limb to limb Blood to blood Here I shall remain Upon hillside drear the fir shall wither So too shall reside a disharmony And bark nor needles may shelter A serpent's turning from elder In realm of the otherworld where undead and living shall meet View from Nemeton as veil of soma is thinned In the embers of dying ways and those which have yet to fall Forbidden effigies stand guard for sacred spilling of blood I rede thee wanderer Hear thou my rede I rede thee wanderer Hear thou my rede Tell of thy wisdom, the first that you remember Your squalid flesh, your hair uncombed Bone to Bone Limb to limb Blood to blood Here I shall remain I've laid in snow and rain bitten by the frost The eagle's beak has ripped my corpse Here I shall remain