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Blood Of Ancients BC MiX
06:58
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In the dark wood of my mind
I see them gathered there
enclosed in a haunted atmosphere.
of magical silence
A whispering of the voices
echo through the trees
in the full moon
of the moment
he appears to me
Born of the blood of ancients
Raised in a Raging wind
Hoofed and horned
Hoofed and horned
I walk in sacred places
my father used to say
a world enchanted song
true land of the fae
sound of distant drums
in the hollow of the cave
wish and dream
are real in me
just as its always been
By Taloch Jameson, Chris Harris, Connach Jameson
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In the dark wood of my mind
I see them gathered there
enclosed in a haunted atmosphere.
of magical silence
A whispering of the voices
echo through the trees
in the full moon
of the moment
he appears to me
Born of the blood of ancients
Raised in a Raging wind
Hoofed and horned
Hoofed and horned
I walk in sacred places
my father used to say
a world enchanted song
true land of the fae
sound of distant drums
in the hollow of the cave
wish and dream
are real in me
just as its always been
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In the dark wood of my mind
I see them gathered there
enclosed in a haunted atmosphere.
of magical silence
A whispering of the voices
echo through the trees
in the full moon
of the moment
he appears to me
Born of the blood of ancients
Raised in a Raging wind
Hoofed and horned
Hoofed and horned
I walk in sacred places
my father used to say
a world enchanted song
true land of the fae
sound of distant drums
in the hollow of the cave
wish and dream
are real in me
just as its always been
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A cross the lands
read the future in the hands
for those who asked
Amulet in silver over smoke
whispered words and the curse is broke
for those who need
When the sun goes down and the fires are stoked
We fed our horses and groomed their coats
and called the soul in spectral light
Told the stories told to us
Passed along by the keepers past
We keep it all alive
Living the blood line
Living the blood line
Build camp in the woods
after travelling day
In the night we watch the spirit play
The whistles sound through the
crisp cold night
Folk gather round to hear our songs
Drink our gin and gamble cards to find their way
Told the stories told to us
Passed along by the keepers past
We keep it all alive
Living the blood line
Living the blood line
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The Burning Wytch
00:51
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The Burning Witch
I hear ya laughing as ya stare
they chopped away me nails
and they pulled out all me hair
the smiling of the witch finder
a shilling in his pocket for a job well done
Theres a burning tree waiting
in the square
the priest is there to offer up a prayer
I see me children over there
are crying for a mercy they will never hear
All the men have gathered
round
to boast the way they caught
me when their great lord found
the mole on my back was a sign of black
the devil was my father
and i never lacked
All the curses i have made
curdling the cream on a summers day
My greatest sin the still born lamb farmer of the land let he now stand
and light this fire
Written By Taloch Jameson
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Nosferatu
04:24
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Nosferatu
I spend some time wondering if I been here
Maybe time has been telling lies to me
Nothing has really changed
it’s only what I think I see
And I am still only me
The smiles look vaguely the same
Though not so wide
But I’m not sure
And the heels the sound of class
Are distant on the silver walk
And dreams I had are all but gone
But the song I sing goes on
Girls stole my mind
Here I am
The flash of lights bring something back
The scent of perfume on the breast
Bitter to the taste
Desires I had are all but gone
But the song I sing lives on
Girls stole my mind
But here I am
Here I am
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Wytches & Cunningfolk
Gone the fall
Cold wind call across
The ice white ground frozen lakes
Birds are still
hush not now a song they sing
the hours late
Wytches & Cunningfolk
Spirits of the Land
We Need You Here
For once your silence
broke
They came they stole your life
in blind hate left the land
to choke in ignorance
of all that spoke of
Heavens above the clouds
Hell beneath the crust
But all they ever done
was execute the innocent
to satisfy the lust
sadistic cravings of a
puritan god
twisted cries in fear
ushered in the Burning years
spiritual freedom turned to ash
still burns upon the tongue
but they could never end
the blood line Wytch & Cunningmen
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Wytches & Cunningfolk
Gone the fall
Cold wind call across
The ice white ground frozen lakes
Birds are still
hush not now a song they sing
the hours late
Wytches & Cunningfolk
Spirits of the Land
We Need You Here
For once your silence
broke
They came they stole your life
in blind hate left the land
to choke in ignorance
of all that spoke of
Heavens above the clouds
Hell beneath the crust
But all they ever done
was execute the innocent
to satisfy the lust
sadistic cravings of a
puritan god
twisted cries in fear
ushered in the Burning years
spiritual freedom turned to ash
still burns upon the tongue
but they could never end
the blood line Wytch & Cunningmen
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The Wild Wind Howled
02:57
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The night was all but damned
Upon the camedown ridge
A rider full of hate prowling on the edge
A head full of murder
As a man rode to death
Heading at eachother on
this fated ridge
And the wild wind howled
And the wild wind cried
And thunder crShed
in a deathly sky
A Silhouette of death,
As the traveller aproached
as they came in closer
The greeting one did spoke
With a cracking sound of flintlock
as a pistol fast replied
And a whistling ball of led
Hit him straight between the eyes
And the wild wind howled
And the wild wind cried
And the thunder crashed
in a deathly sky
A fallen horseman lay
Dead upon the ground
highwayman dismounted
Dismayed at what was found
The dead man heaped up on the ridge
Familiar to his look
God, this was his brother
His life, he’d bloody took.
And the wild wind howled
And the wild wind cried
And the thunder crashed
in a deathly sky
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A Thousand Billion Stars
04:30
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You Have something to say
Whisper in my ear
The day cannot end
Until you do
Perhaps a new hope grows
From every fallen tear
Don't let the chance lay waste
Within your fear
Chorus
A Thousand Billion Stars
Within A Universal Crown
Placed Upon Our Heads
To Light The way
Although were behind closed doors
Still we can talk
Although it might seem so dark
The light never ceases to shine
From heaven above
To the hell on the ground
Devil be your father
God your conscience now
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The Dolmen England, UK
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