Call of the Woods
Lined by spruces of shadows, I stand in front of the endless path Amidst of my inner cold wood I start my ultimate journey and with every taken step I reach closer to my aim my doubts get dispelled by stepping into a new realm, which feels weird old known Why do I know, why do I know it is the only way The past is fading away and my memory is passing me by like nocturnal shadows Why should I ask the world for any new offering when the longing for my journey sets me free I follow my craving to be no longer here – I will disappear And left everything behind – all feelings fade away A wanderer who beholds only the cryptic night By searching for the eternal stars – soon I will arrive sinking in endless thicket of no time I lay down at the end of my path and now I blow out my wandering light
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
Old Void and bare Wan and dull groaning statures Withered rests the skin on fallen leaves a rotten tomb dead remains on the altar of lapse now the wind sings his threnody the mountains fall in scantiness they have lost their holding hands on old trails long orphaned now hidden grows the all-swallowing oblivion – lays a veil as shroud night shall fall for this place which is now the temple of fallen leaves
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
A wind blows through the branches, a whisper that speaks to me The trees speak without wording and only a few will understand I follow his devotional calling and surrender to his might I breathe a thousand exhalations by becoming one with him All around, cold and silent, the trees spread their leaves And I feel, mute leaning, that I am deeply secure Nothing more, just being, on my own, but not alone A circle that closes - it is a dying before I awake nacreous, luster, flutter, encircles me obscuring shadows, growing darkness amalgamation to ancient knowledge a possession that binds me in my soul The trees have waited for me consistently, I've been gone for so long, maybe I never really was there I feel a strong desire to stay here. Banish the troubled spark of time from the roof of the eternal shadow. I look down on your hundredfold death but I don't will be shudder because you always will persist But I am just a human and soon I will fall in eternal sleep, So as it do like your lost rotten leaves All around, cold and silent, the trees spread their leaves And I feel, mute leaning, that I am deeply secure Nothing more, just being, on my own, but not alone A circle that closes - it is a dying before I awake
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 05, 2026