As the Crow Flies
The reflection of stained glass colors your face The light of day echoes your skin Giving summer's beauty the rightness of warmth These words in your mouth Bring the sadness of a thousand winters Confusion builds a fire The smoke must clear to see and breathe The magic contained in the braiding of your hair A spirit entwined in ritual knowing A gift, a token of the unexplained A grief that haunts me To the ends of my mind Confusion builds a fire The smoke must clear to see and breathe Steve Von Till - vocals, acoustic guitar and piano Kris Force - violin Jackie Gratz - cello
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
When the golden bough breaks The cradle of civilization When our island sinks in the sea Songs of the siren will lure us down Ashes, ashes, we all fall When the king is dead And we ride wild horses When we climb to the top of the mountain And come tumbling down Ashes, ashes, we all fall Down Steve Von Till - vocals and acoustic guitar
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Dream through the seasons Only to remember Past becomes future When all's said and done Your life awaits you Steve Von Till - vocals, acoustic guitar and electric delay guitar
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Staring out the window pane Seeing through yourself Counting your blessings again Wondering when it will be And how it can be then See the warnings of a storm As patterns unfold themselves To try and be whole Is this too much to ask To live free with a quiet mind And trust in someone else I want to believe in the sun Who in all its splendor is dying I desire the solidness of earth This ground is still shaking apart What will be, will be Steve Von Till - vocals, acoustic guitar, electronic texture and piano Jackie Gratz - cello
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
The wind sings alone for the martyr A man against the age Many called but few are chosen Twice born into the gaze Challenging man made illusion The truth against the world Men go to graves with their truth Still the sun will rise Surrender mind to the mystery The seen and the unseen Sever head from their disgrace Religions founded and undone Steve Von Till - vocals and acoustic guitar Kris Force - violin and background vocals Annabel Lee - violin Martha Burns - cello
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Why can't I rest a while? This unease in my chest A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside To consume myself with fears of what I've given A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied The archer's bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised Though it had been woven into my weave of fate Steve Von Till - vocals, acoustic guitar and piano
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Dawn of mists and mourning Veil of ancient tears Near a tree lies a shallow grave Bones of earth grasping hands With the roots of the past Fasting spirits to the land Chasing shadows in stones Clouds clear revealing Awareness of the light Seeking forgotten longings Withered pathways to the wise From a peak I gaze the glory
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025