Boughs Ablaze

In the night's cold black caress I heed
The flames dancing upon the fresh sawed limbs
And the warnings born in the flickering

Fear not the tales of olde
For they are all that remains

Melodies spoken to beasts within
Vile beings from bottomless depths arise
With bated breath our will is whispered
The inferno forever grows and thrives

The boughs ablaze
Speak of cimmerian prophecy
The boughs ablaze
Will ward off the grip of winter

The pyre cracks and spits it's imperious will
You must ponder the message at hand
Fog of thyself heaved in rhythmic cadence
Open thine heart to arcane wisdoms

Fear not the tales of olde
For they are all that remains

The boughs ablaze
Speak of cimmerian prophecy
Of primeval ways
Beyond the boughs ablaze