Medusa And Hemlock
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โฑ๏ธ 4:44 duration
๐ ID: 475004
๐ Lyrics
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she whispers
Through the graveyards of our hearts
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
Medusa and Hemlock
Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Halloween
We are set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins
To fashion fete to gallow scenes
Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she flitters
Through the forest of our hearts
Wreathed in leaves
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this eve
When part of me chars a path
Through your heavenly constellations
Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt; the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the candle on the cult
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she whispers
Through the graveyards of our hearts
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
Medusa and Hemlock
Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Halloween
We are set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins
To fashion fete to gallow scenes
Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she flitters
Through the forest of our hearts
Wreathed in leaves
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this eve
When part of me chars a path
Through your heavenly constellations
Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt; the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the candle on the cult
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:39.26] Dim the lights, wrong the rites
[00:41.09] Toss the puerile cross away
[00:42.77] We are gashing from a venomous womb
[00:45.45] Burning bright, dead of night
[00:47.18] Pyres stain a milky way
[00:48.74] Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
[00:52.92] In the Samhain mist
[00:55.12] We lay in welcome by the western gate
[00:59.38] With the five fold kiss
[01:01.47] For every soul returning
[01:05.54] From the fecund abyss
[01:07.66] Where nature's travesties congregate
[01:11.55] With a stone cold wish
[01:13.84] To see the wicker man burning
[01:19.70] The wind, she whispers
[01:22.46] Through the graveyards of our hearts
[01:25.01] Wreathed in dreams
[01:26.97] As she weaves her witchcraft
[01:29.63] We breathe, enamoured
[01:31.58] Of the conquering dark
[01:35.44]
[01:46.21] Medusa and Hemlock
[01:50.83]
[02:02.05] Harvest past, fires cast
[02:03.52] Ashen shades this Halloween
[02:05.51] We are set now to Beherit the earth
[02:07.86] Widdershins, death begins
[02:09.36] To fashion fete to gallow scenes
[02:11.16] Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
[02:15.51] In the Samhain mist
[02:17.67] We lay in welcome by the western gate
[02:21.32] With the five fold kiss
[02:23.80] For every soul returning
[02:27.83] From the fecund abyss
[02:29.82] Where nature's travesties congregate
[02:33.88] With a stone cold wish
[02:36.50] To see the wicker man burning
[02:40.14]
[02:42.50] The wind, she flitters
[02:44.71] Through the forest of our hearts
[02:47.22] Wreathed in leaves
[02:49.32] As she weaves her witchcraft
[02:51.30] We breathe, enamoured
[02:54.09] Of the conquering dark
[02:56.56] I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
[03:01.06] Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
[03:05.64] You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
[03:10.31] Tasting my blood
[03:12.67] That runs from worming tongue like prayer
[03:21.67]
[03:43.71] Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
[03:46.82] That makes the stars
[03:48.94] Grieve, just to be
[03:50.84] Uncharted on this eve
[03:52.91] When part of me chars a path
[03:55.25] Through your heavenly constellations
[04:00.11]
[04:08.48] Medusa and Hemlock
[04:11.53] Back to black, hinges crack
[04:13.66] Rituals call obscenities
[04:15.05] Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
[04:17.99] Tread the salt; the dead exult
[04:19.82] Preachers beg our clemency
[04:21.36] Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
[04:26.87] We who kept the candle by the vault
[04:33.05] We who kept the candle on the cult
[04:37.16]
[00:41.09] Toss the puerile cross away
[00:42.77] We are gashing from a venomous womb
[00:45.45] Burning bright, dead of night
[00:47.18] Pyres stain a milky way
[00:48.74] Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
[00:52.92] In the Samhain mist
[00:55.12] We lay in welcome by the western gate
[00:59.38] With the five fold kiss
[01:01.47] For every soul returning
[01:05.54] From the fecund abyss
[01:07.66] Where nature's travesties congregate
[01:11.55] With a stone cold wish
[01:13.84] To see the wicker man burning
[01:19.70] The wind, she whispers
[01:22.46] Through the graveyards of our hearts
[01:25.01] Wreathed in dreams
[01:26.97] As she weaves her witchcraft
[01:29.63] We breathe, enamoured
[01:31.58] Of the conquering dark
[01:35.44]
[01:46.21] Medusa and Hemlock
[01:50.83]
[02:02.05] Harvest past, fires cast
[02:03.52] Ashen shades this Halloween
[02:05.51] We are set now to Beherit the earth
[02:07.86] Widdershins, death begins
[02:09.36] To fashion fete to gallow scenes
[02:11.16] Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
[02:15.51] In the Samhain mist
[02:17.67] We lay in welcome by the western gate
[02:21.32] With the five fold kiss
[02:23.80] For every soul returning
[02:27.83] From the fecund abyss
[02:29.82] Where nature's travesties congregate
[02:33.88] With a stone cold wish
[02:36.50] To see the wicker man burning
[02:40.14]
[02:42.50] The wind, she flitters
[02:44.71] Through the forest of our hearts
[02:47.22] Wreathed in leaves
[02:49.32] As she weaves her witchcraft
[02:51.30] We breathe, enamoured
[02:54.09] Of the conquering dark
[02:56.56] I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
[03:01.06] Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
[03:05.64] You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
[03:10.31] Tasting my blood
[03:12.67] That runs from worming tongue like prayer
[03:21.67]
[03:43.71] Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
[03:46.82] That makes the stars
[03:48.94] Grieve, just to be
[03:50.84] Uncharted on this eve
[03:52.91] When part of me chars a path
[03:55.25] Through your heavenly constellations
[04:00.11]
[04:08.48] Medusa and Hemlock
[04:11.53] Back to black, hinges crack
[04:13.66] Rituals call obscenities
[04:15.05] Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
[04:17.99] Tread the salt; the dead exult
[04:19.82] Preachers beg our clemency
[04:21.36] Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
[04:26.87] We who kept the candle by the vault
[04:33.05] We who kept the candle on the cult
[04:37.16]