View From Nemeton

In inhuman plane where flora nor fauna shall dwell
Everlasting winds rustle golden glades though grace not the mortal flesh
In the embers of olden days and those which have yet to come
Forsaken effigies stand guard for the rites of the sacred blot

I rede thee wanderer
Hear thou my rede

A bastion of peasant prayers in search for earthly divine
Whispered to shadows of ancient realms obscured by passage of time
From the north they ride in majesty
Devout in their kinship of Moon
To seek out the wisdom of ancients
For ships will be anchoring soon

I rede thee wanderer
Hear thou my rede

Bone to Bone
Limb to limb
Blood to blood
Here I shall remain

Upon hillside drear the fir shall wither
So too shall reside a disharmony
And bark nor needles may shelter
A serpent's turning from elder

In realm of the otherworld where undead and living shall meet
View from Nemeton as veil of soma is thinned
In the embers of dying ways and those which have yet to fall
Forbidden effigies stand guard for sacred spilling of blood

I rede thee wanderer
Hear thou my rede

I rede thee wanderer
Hear thou my rede

Tell of thy wisdom, the first that you remember
Your squalid flesh, your hair uncombed

Bone to Bone
Limb to limb
Blood to blood
Here I shall remain
I've laid in snow and rain bitten by the frost
The eagle's beak has ripped my corpse
Here I shall remain