Blackbraid Blackbraid II 1. Autumnal Hearts Ablaze 2. The Spirit Returns On ancient wind A spell bestowed To part the seas And crack the sky A burning spear To pierce the shroud Of malice wrought Their vengeful spirits cry By night they ride On winds of war A vein of fire Ignites the sky The song of fate Grows louder now Within our hearts Their fallen spirits thrive x2 Within our hearts their fallen spirits thrive To ride out on rolling thunder Bathed in ancient blackened majesty Sacred spell of retribution Cast in shadow, torn from the forlorn fabrics of time A vision of fate Reflected in the mirror of death You will know my name You shall know my name 3. The Wolf That Guides the Hunters Hand Born on the breath of winters cold wind A feral beast with eyes like the sky Sent by the spirits to guide and protect The ultimate honor to die by his side The sweetest memory is the time taken To sow the seeds of love in times of death Forged in the frost covered heart of the mountain A sacred bind amongst wolf and his man To honor and carry the hearts of each other As long as I live I'd give my life for his Time marches on Like rolling thunder on the edge of the rising dawn We move in silence through the Grove The scent of blood on the autumn wind I close my eyes and Lend my destiny To the wolf that guides the hunters hand Bathed in the light of a dew kissed dawn The wolf nods his head toward the rising sun His hot breath smoking like spirits in the wind And I know in my heart that mine makes its home within his Repeat 4. Spells of Moon and Earth 5. Moss Covered Bones on the Altar of the Moon A walking I must go Down through the dreary pine To meet the woodsy Lord And make the sacred bind I walk beneath the moon Across her silent fields Through forest and through marsh With twilight as my shield She takes me in her shroud And whisks me on my way Down to the hidden copse Where the sacred altar lay Tucked amongst the pines An ancient slab of stone A long forgotten shrine Bathed in moss and bone And as the night grows still And creeping shadows grow I offer up my blood To call the spirits home Beneath the fields of stars The old ones dance and sing Round their ancient fires A sacrament of flame Spirits converge under cover of night Called down from timeworn stars Forgotten keepers of the sacred pine Forged in cosmic fire Encircling the altar in the pale moon light Called down by blood and bone They join their spectral bodies into mine Imparting me with a sacred song A blaze in the heart of a sleeping god A long forgotten dream Awakened by the cry of my flute upon the wind He descends upon the glade Amidst the mist the ancient beast beckons A crown of antlers cradling the sky Inside his heart the nightsong softly echoes A forgotten spell to invoke the fated hand of twilight A sacred path transpires Born of dust and stars The ghostly stag becomes me I walk the path of ancient light Born again amongst the stars An ancient Magick penetrates my soul And with the sacred covenant fulfilled The vision fades into the shadows of the blackened night At the edge of twilight I turn to leave I pass my hands across the stone A spell softly whispered On the winds of time One day I shall return Fated To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon 6. A Song of Death on Winds of Dawn Spirits run silent Through a sea of reeds A reflection of the future Cloaked in flowing memory A lesson in impermanence I long to ignore A gentle reminder of the pain endured The dawn creeps forward And I am forced to reconcile As the currents of time flow onward And blur the lines of love and death She calls my name An echo within my soul A final reminder Of beauty wrought in spirits sown The wind sings soft A song of death Departs her lips On nature's breath I lay my knife On sacred ground I bow my head By honor bound Ignite the flame Of burning fate To live and die A sacred way She breathes me in And spits me out To give the gift Of nature's spell My eyes they settle On the coming dawn And I give myself To her sweet song Fated To leave in silence Racing the coming dawn The seeds sown in times of death Blossom into the heaviest of hearts The greatest test of all Learning to let go Of the love that lights the flame Of sadness within our hearts The wind sings soft A song of death Departs her lips On nature's breath My eyes they settle On the coming dawn And I give myself To her sweet song 7. Celestial Passage 8. Twilight Hymn of Ancient Blood Moss creeps forth Ancient bones moan Death creeps in The marsh weeps in silent song Death comes singing A softly blowing wind Soul relieved from body My spirit sheds its skin Flesh formed a new Amidst the dreary pines An offering to the earth Creeping death divine The decaying bones of earth Sigh a fragile breath The rotted flesh of memory Renewal wrought in cosmic death Where twilight roams I'll make my grave Bound in death by the blood of the stag Bathed in ancient feral rays As moonlight seeps from opened veins Dying spell of ancient blood Awakened from the rotting dust The forest weeps beneath my flesh As my spirit sheds its skin The decaying jaws of earth Wrapped around my flesh On warm wind rides My final dying breath Repeat Where twilight roams I'll make my grave Forever bound by the blood of the stag 9. Sadness and the Passage of Time and Memory Soft Spirits moan A choir from the reeds As dawn bleeds into dusk A softly fading dream Waning twilight whispers My spirit sheds its skin A forlorn shadow cast In moonlight long forgotten A path draped in shadows Before the bleeding earth I have walked this path before but I shall never return again Waning twilight whispers Her spirit sheds its skin The murky depths of time Swallowed beneath the sea A reflection of the future Cloaked in flowing dreams A nocturnal sadness surrounding The stars engulfed in song The memory of her spirit Grows softer with the coming dawn 10. A Fine Day to Die (Bathory cover) Orgy of silence Conspiracy of peace Only the sound Of the cold northern breeze Twinsun sink fading Behind the black lake Asleep is the mountains Yet the night is awake Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons circle Through silent the night Along the black mountainside scattered By the campfires awaiting the dawn Two times a hundred men in battles Tried by the steel in the arrow axe and the sword By battle worn hunger torn awaiting For the sun to break through the cold haze And for the banners of Ebal to appear On the hill in the sun's first warm rays The elder among the men looked deep into The fire and spoke loud with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Now the morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze Now a forest of spears appears on the hill And steel shines bright in the sun's first rays Die Die Die Die