The Withering Goddess Lyrics
where the early mornings dewstill rested upon the sleepy grassWhere the evergreen treessleep their enchanted dreamsEchoes of grief and sorrowin the air of this forestThe taste of your bitternessin the spring watersThy anguish I hearin the words of the windsWounded Immortal- the withering goddess of natureThy glory deniedby those of the lightuntil the lands bear a rotten fruitUntil the storms reap nationsEvery man and every woman is a scarin thy astral body of goddessThy presence was a shadowon the path of the lightThey took thy kingdom away,But their light has grown dimTheir god has long ago witheredrelease the darkness of thy heartUntil no man in thy kingdom walks...and thus, summon the storms of plague,the winter endless, death the bitterest...Together we ride to the storms of waruntil the storms reap nationsuntil the lands bear rotten fruitsuntil no man standsin thy kingdom of glory
Throes Of Dawn The Withering Goddess
