Bal-Sagoth - A Tale From The Deep Woods Lyrics

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May 06 2012

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A Tale From The Deep Woods by Bal-Sagoth

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The ravens are on the wing!

My scramasax is red

(stained with the blood of many mercian warriors)

The ravens are on the wing

By offa's decree i am an outlaw

Branded wolfshead by my own king.

(the orm-garth awaits me darkly astir with ophidian malice...)

The ravens are on the wing!

Ash for our spear-hafts

Yew for our bow-staves

Oak for our deck planks

Oak and elder our shields.

Hail o' great liege of the ancient woods ruler of the deepest forest...

You who were reigning o'er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before

The arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of this island

Ever supped of life's bitter-sweet draught...

I give you my hail

I give you my blood

I give you my life

O' sylvan liege.

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My life bleeds forth unto the earth

(from many deep and dire wounds)

To slake your roots great old king...

(as i rest my battle-ravaged body against thee.)

The ravens are on the wing!

Ten leagues ride on lathered steed

Gold in hand to a sword-for-hire

A blood-eagle carved by saxon steel

And two score slain earns royal ire.

Gwynned lies two days westwards

Still further south the weregeld calls.

Mayhap with all-father woden's favour

My deeds may yet inspire the skalds.

Litha's moon gleams high o'er the tallest oak

Ancient king in this sylvan court of elm ash and yew

The wood-spirits watch from gnarled bough and bole

As i pull two mercian shafts from my bloodied thews.

The ravens are on the wing!

I give you my hail

I give you my blood

I give you my life

O' sylvan liege.

Beneath the oak i rest bone weary

Thirsting for a horn of ale or jug of mead

And yet how could a heathen man wish for any more

Than the healing balms of english trees?

The ravens are on the wing!

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