This track has been chosen in honor of my chance to witness these colossal wood wraiths tear their way across the States. Oddly enough, I have been watching a series that roused a similar ache for the call of the old ones. Even more so, I find myself tired as of late, looking out upon the world and yearning for something...different. Perhaps my sojourn to gaze upon Pillorian and the Wolves In The Throne Room will aid my weary bones. Regardless of my sorows and struggles, this incredible opportunity will be nothing short of epic. Heres to a monstrous week. Winter is dying
The sun is returning The ice is receding Rivers are flowing The ground will be fertile The seeds they awake The ploughs will be charmed The spirits rejoicing The fires are burning The offerings are given The children are singing The old ones are with us We are becoming The drow command the fires to burn And the wine to flow Wraiths watch in envy Grapes and a chalice of gold Reign under the stars Laughter and song in the night Bring tears to their eyes And my soul thaws In the decadence of night The dead world stirs Here In the halls of Anwyn. The food of the dead lie untouched Four headed dragon Slit eyed Crouched Birthed Ennobling flame The blood flows
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