Elvenking - Warden of the Bane
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Read the words I collected for you
Sing of drowning in lakes of your eyes
Calliope lightning the Stars above that pine

To you, my beloved concubine
I gifted poems of brine you were Beatrix
Muse of Hellfire spawn of Love

"As the winds inflate anger and
The storm is raging on
Raven wings and Magick Runes
I foresee your crucible
Dancing heathen ancient rites at the
Light of the torches
Reading Fates into the stones
I invoke Pagan Forces"

Leave my ashes to the wind
Scatter my remains into the sea
Leave them sink into Oblivion and on
Warden of the Bane

Art is judgement without any court
I was a jester tied at the stake
Giving my heart away until it ached

"As the winds inflate anger and
The storm is raging on
Raven wings and Magick Runes
I foresee your crucible

Dancing heathen ancient rites at the
Light of the torches
Reading Fates into the stones
I invoke Pagan Forces"

Leave my ashes to the wind
Scatter my remains into the sea
Leave them sink into Oblivion and on
Way before the cost at your throne of apathy
My poetry has died within my pain
I will not embroider words for you, again
Warden of the Bane

Leave my ashes to the wind
Scatter my remains into the sea
Leave them sink into Oblivion and on
Way before the cost

At your throne of apathy
My poetry has died within my pain
I will not embroider words for you, again
Warden of the Bane