The Oak lyrics
Song information
Artist: Opera Ix Album: Sacro Culto
Lyrics
In the whirls of time Turning their eyes Toward the shadowy monumental Symbols of the past Following the lines up to the places Where power and mystery reign Some people raised many stones to the sun In their imposing silence A warm wind is blowing in my face Melting the ice of death Burnt alive victims around the cromlec'h In honour of my immortality Crucified on the oak My blood is trickling down it No light in this church made of trees Some men in white are chanting their song To the altar of cernunnos Crucified on the oak Oh you, god of moon Sanctify this magis ritual In my heart there's the power of glory In my eyes the shine of the sword Oh you, god of death, rescue me from this fear I will be your messenger Rescue me from this light Oh mother darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom Crucified on the oak, in honour of esus The earth is imbued with the blood of my god's enemies And from flames a battle-cry is madly risen Far away the death-song is going on with the crossing of the swords The fog is hiding our temples made of stones And the gods are silently waiting for the event The bloody encounter between our pagan devotion and the only god Ruins around the oak Corpses in oblivion Sealed up by the light of reason Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right way?
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"Sacro Culto" album track list
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