The Hallowing of Heirdom
Winterfylleth
Album • 2018
12 Tracks
Winterfylleth
Album • 2018
Part 1 Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove. That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There we will sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. Part 2 There will I make a bed of rose A thousand petals there I chose, A cap of flowers, and a gown Embroidered all with leaves surround. A robe made of the finest wool Which from enduring flocks we pull, Fur lined to shield against the cold, And raindrops of the purest gold. Belts of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
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Our acre, once tall, Now barren and frail. "Devils", said father, Had cursed our vale. "Hunt them", protect us, "Go forth", I did plea. Mother did aver, The right remedy. "Erce, Erce, Erce", we spoke. The rite was afoot, How graven our folk. Herb, milk and honey, They fell upon sward. Now Earth's blessed mother, Our yield, she will guard.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
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Came forth a liege and five loyal kin, To a realm men sought to claim, An old Witch thence appeared to them, Her terms she did outlay... The Witch - "From this point on you all I'll make, Seven strides shalt thou now take, And if Long Compton thou can see, A King of England shall thou be... And if Long Compton thou can't see, No King of England shalt thy be. Rise up stick and rise up stone, For a King of England shalt be none". An Ode to the Elder Mother - "Old girl, old girl give to me, Some of thy wood, and I'll give thee, Some of mine, some of mine when I turn into a tree".
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
I am a Lord's attendant, A soldier's loyal kin, To my master dear, Companion to my king. A queen on me sometimes, Nobly, swears an oath. I hold in my possession, The latch to a grave. My tongue is firm, Yet oft I, to the poet, A loan of words Give for his verse. Faultless is my form, And noble is my cause, Yet in the hands of some Deathly is my touch
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And songs of birds becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. Flowers fade and wanton fields Wayward winter reckoning yields Honey Tongue a heart of Gall Sorrow's Fall Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. Flowers fade and wanton fields Wayward winter reckoning yields Honey Tongue a heart of Gall Sorrow's Fall Could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age, nor need, These delights my mind might move To by thy love.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
Old are the woods And the buds that do break From the coarse brier's boughs, When the fierce winds wake. Old are our ways As the streams that still rise, Where the snow now sleeps cold In the deep azure skies. So, who are we now, A horde of their ghosts? Or oaks that were acorns, From the trees of their hopes? Sing of such a history, Of come and of gone. If their means they were wise, In ourselves they live on. So, who are we now, A horde of their ghosts? Or oaks that were acorns, From the trees of their hopes?
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
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