The Old Ones Are With Us

Winter is dying, the sun is returning

Ice is receding, rivers are flowing

The ground will be fertile, the seeds, they awake

The ploughs will be charmed

Fires are burning, the offerings are given

The old ones are with us, we are becoming

They now command the fire

It will burn and the wine will flow

Wraiths watch in envy

Grapes and a chalice of gold reign under the stars

Laughter and song taking night

Bring tears to their eyes and my soul thaws

The decadence of night, the dead world stirs

Here, follow me, the halls of Alwyn

The food of the dead lie untouched

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, we are becoming

We are becoming, we are becoming

Four-headed dragon

Slit-eyed, crouched

Birthed under the flames

The blood flows