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The Wizard Of Carpathia
08:02
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in dreams I walk abroad; dew falls and is gone... foot falls and is gone... feel red earth; silver night... lost air; and stars shine bright
I am the night... I am the woods... I am the trees... and all things...
drink deep; breathe sleep; fur feather and skin... turn and turn and turn and turn and turn... fur feather and skin...
yellow light from window; robe of midnight blue... rimed breath and shadow - what is it that you seek?
I am the night ,,, I am the stones... I am the earth... and all things...
breathe deep; breathe sleep
drink deep; drink sleep
I am the .... I am the stones... I am the earth... and all things... and all things...
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that passed away; so may this
memento, homo, quod cinis es et in cenerem reveris
erthe oute of erthe is wonderly wroghte; erthe hase geten one erthe a dignite of noghte
erthe upon erthe hase sette alle his thoghte; how that erthe upon erthe may be heghe broghte
erthe upon erthe wolde be a kinge; but howe erthe to erthe shall thinkes he no thinge
when erthe bredes erthe and his rentes home bringe;thane shall erthe of erthe have full harde partinge
erthe upon erthe winnes castells and towrres; thane saye erthe unto erthe, ‘this is alle ourres’
when erthe upon erthe hase bigged up his bowrres; thane shall erthe for erthe suffere sharpe scowrres
erthe gone upon erthe as molde upon molde; he that gose upon erthe, gleterande as golde;
like as erthe never more go to erthe sholde - and yitt shall erthe unto erthe gathere than he wolde
now, why that erthe luves erthe, wondere me thinke; or why that erthe for erthe sholde other swete or swinke;
For when that erthe upon erthe es broghte within brinke; thane shall erthe of erthe have a foulle stinke
mors solvit omnia
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Lich Owl
04:18
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I went into the wood
I slept
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things move - dark, light; constant change;
years turn in cold stone
springs burst forth from riven rock
running restless to storm tossed seas while together, alone,
seven sleepers pillowed cold, sleep and watch the dream unfold
after frostfire pierces deep the secret heart
comes then the quickening
the dead awake from shrouded clay
to pass and fall, lamenting, formless, larval, alone
seven sorrows old as time patiently await the sign
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Reynaert The Fox
07:34
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a wise one he who knows his friends; wiser still his enemies - noblesse oblige if you obey... come to court and you’ll get caught; strung up high for crimes untold
starved the cat and beat the hare... blind the wolfchild, laugh at his wife; all your sins forfeit your life; absolution is still more lies
it’s your nature; it’s your calling; red run river, night is falling; watch them run, watch them scatter; pay no mind for they don’t matter
secret gifts and secret gold; there’s always one who never stole; take advantage - it’s what she’s for, cunning reynaert, cunning man; all the rest are yours for sport
save yourself and pay off scores. take your pardon, run to rome; skinning wolf and bear for spite; the gentle hare will sate your lust
it’s your nature; it’s your calling; red run river, night is falling; watch them run, watch them scatter; pay no mind for they don’t matter
once again you are accused - apes and cats, and crows and cranes; trial by battle; trial by fire; shaven smooth and butter slick, blind with sand thrown sharp and quick;
cunning trickster now prevails... highly honoured, reynaert now - lucky those who make their own luck; all are vanquished evermore...
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Hoarstone
05:36
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markers, boundaries; what is within is known; standing sentinel - what is within is home
gateways; doors open gateways; doors close
every evening, day on day, walk the crooked track; watch unblinking hidden eyes (who) dream of coming back
gateways; doors open gateways; doors close
above the crack of heaven, below the solid earth; between stands the hoarstone; between both death and birth
gateways; doors open gateways; doors close
last is in, first is in; all without, all within; cast your doubt; the glowing heart - at the hoarstone - there we part
gateways; doors open gateways; doors close
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