Oakhelm - Of Wood And Blood
 

[Words by Pete Jay 2006]

By the light of the waning moon
Three sisters fly with the crow
Upon wings born from esoteric
Spellcraft which few are to know
Converging from different directions
To weave a fate of woe
As cloud banks obscure
All light from the world
A witch's see begins to soe

Of names unspeakable and strange
Beguiling dreams with fear unknown
A whisper
Creeping like mist through the heart
Of mortal dreams
Her name you'll never know

This world of man's unrest
False gods they enthrone
As the forests, moon and earth
Gasp a vengeful moan

At the summit the cauldron stirred
Effigies of their leaders burned
A dark trinity turned to the sky
Cursing all who walk the path
Of selfish human pride