Frostbound

Carried by the winds of a cold northern prose Ensorcelling ice-crystal laden hymns So gradual yet swift Comes the unspoken prayers Unbound by the words of man Sung by the Fae Whispers of an archaic aura That rustles the pines Leaves dance in breeze Here in these times I'd swear I could feel That presence divine For the Gods are alive again Even now When all spoken glories Of those times ago have but withered away Here and now When all we were made for And swore to protect Is now burned at the stake Harken Echoes of millennia Vibrate these oaken halls Rise again Thrash against the new war More subtle than the sword The silent decay The ages succumbing to the paragons of lunacy I now lay to waste Your backwards poisonous doctrines For you fiends never had use for me Boldness in heart And wisdom in sight Persevere in the darkness Of the clandestine plight Finding my solace In these cold winter nights Here the heathen spirit flourishes Inspiring in strife Spoken from the astral tongues Recited by the ancient ones Condemned by the enemy Though truth forever prevails In the eve of Ragnarok What better a time than now To heed the mysteries Bound by frost In the age of iron What better a time than now To heed to the knowledge Of our forbears Winter's essence beholds a magic A flickering flame Unmistakably pure Vayudeva blowing the freezing winds From north to south The grey covers the ether In my dreams I still hear the chanting The sung charms of Wotan Echo through the trees Lone in the forest As a solitary heart I pay my respects And pour fourth the libations Even now When all spoken glories Of those times ago have but withered away Here and now When all we were made for And swore to protect Is now burned at the stake Harken Echoes of millennia Vibrate these oaken halls Rise again Thrash against the new war More subtle than the sword I solemnly gaze From the towering canopy To the skies painted grey I'd always retain My sentiment of beauty In Mother Nature's grace For the shortening days And the lengthening nights With the descent of frostwind Brings serenity to this mind Finding my solace By the dim candlelight Here the heathen spirit flourishes Inspiring in strife Spoken from the astral tongues Recited by the ancient ones Condemned by the enemy Though truth forever prevails In the eve of Ragnarok What better a time than now To heed the mysteries Bound by frost In the age of Kali What better a time than now To heed to the testaments Of the sages I contemplate that time of centuries past When the Vedas were chanted Neath the snow bearing sky Hymns of praise raised to the gods Hail to Indra The great serpent of the waters is slain All throughout the northern hemisphere Anthems sung to the welkin high Grant me this divine vision To see such splendor again I want to remember All I have are vague flashes The vibrance from lives before From this earth And far beyond this plane Seemingly resurge significantly In the tide of Yule My eyes ranging across the starfields In awe of this wondrous scene Gleaming beacons Of where the Great Ones dwell Dressing the night With the high palaces of light I behold this valiant grandeur With honor and reverence benign Channeling within me The frostbound incantation And toast my chalice up to the sky Welcome O spirits of the winter Rejoice