Thrice Woven

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

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Eagles Invocation of lighting Searing through the flesh Burning away the heartwood Opening purple throated gates Dripping honey comb Elders spawn Flower of youth Under rays of the black sun Mourning drums clash and wail Essence of frankincense Drifts in two directions

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Adorn her shrines with heather Call upon the water of Dannu Skyclad Bile, greatest of oaks Rise with the morning frost Cross the courtyard Cold moss and stone underfoot Born in the winter A maiden by spring Death comes in fall

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025