The Deep Dark Woods - Blue Grass Boogiemen & Tim Knol

The ravens are on the wing! My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors), The ravens are on the wing, By Offa's decree I am an outlaw, Branded wolfshead by my own king. (The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...) The ravens are on the wing! Ash for our spear-hafts, Yew for our bow-staves, Oak for our deck planks, Oak and elder our shields. Hail, o' great liege of the ancient woods, ruler of the deepest forest... You, who were reigning o'er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before the Arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of this island ever supped of Life's bitter-sweet draught... I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. My life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many deep and dire wounds), To slake your roots, great old king... (As I rest my battle-ravaged body against thee.) The ravens are on the wing! Ten leagues ride on lathered steed, Gold in hand to a sword-for-hire, A blood-eagle carved by Saxon steel, And two score slain earns royal ire. Gwynned lies two days westwards, Still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, My deeds may yet inspire the skalds. Litha's moon gleams high o'er the tallest oak, Ancient king in this sylvan court of elm, ash and yew, The wood-spirits watch from gnarled bough and bole, As I pull two Mercian shafts from my bloodied thews. The ravens are on the wing! I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. Beneath the oak, I rest, bone weary, Thirsting for a horn of ale or jug of mead, And yet how could a heathen man wish for any more, Than the healing balms of English trees? The ravens are on the wing!

A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the neverending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night Deep dark is His Majesty's kingdom A portent of tomorrow's world There shall the liquid give Him power The red-eyed unborn lord Fatal embrace of the bloodred waters The cradle of infinite gloom The spell to master this Earth Carven on an infant's tomb "I will die for the love of the mermaid Her seduction beauty and scorn Welcome to the end of your life Hail the Oceanborn!" "Disgraced is my virginity Death has woven my wedding dress Oh Great Blue breathe the morning dew For you are the cradle of the image of god" "Brave now long rest is sweet With me here in the deep" "I prayed for pleasure wished for love Prayed for your - " "Never pray for me!" "Who the hell are you for me But a mortal dream to see?" "This apathetic life must drown Forever just for me" "Leave me be Leave me be Leave me be... ee... eeee" "From cradle to coffin Shall my wickedness be your passion" We shall come to set the dolphins free We shall wash the darkened bloodred sea Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas The eternity will begin once again in peace