Tantoun The T - Whispers from the Ancient Lyrics

Beneath a sky of thorns, gray shadows crawl and creep upon moon hangs, a crimson tear secrets in a keg, a serpent's tongue, a forked flame will accept the dying light as both our hands rise on the wind for the cold and endless night
The howl at the edge of night, a primal, hungry sound, a dance of shadow flame ignites upon this hallowed ground
Skin and bone, a sacred rite beneath the moon's red gaze, dispersed from the ancient wood through the twisted thorny maze
The hunger in the dark awakens, a beast with eyes of coal, the rite of the wild hunt begins to claim a hungry soul, drums beat faster, hearts pound loud as spirits take their flight, a symphony of chaos reigns in this unholy night

The howl at the edge of night, a primal, hungry sound, a dance of shadow flame ignites upon this hallowed ground
Skin and bone, a sacred rite beneath the moon's red gaze, dispersed from the ancient wood through the twisted thorny maze
The serpent coils, the fire burns, the hunger never sleeps, a tapestry of darkness weaves where ancient power seeps, a blood moon watches, cold and bright, a silent, judging eye, as primal forces clash and fight beneath a starless sky
Tempo speeds up slightly, guitars become more dissonant, the drums more aggressive

The howl at the edge of night, a primal, hungry sound, a dance of shadow flame ignites upon this hallowed ground
Skin and bone, a sacred rite beneath the moon's red gaze, dispersed from the ancient wood through the twisted thorny maze
The howl at the edge of night, a primal, hungry sound, a dance of shadow flame ignites upon this hallowed ground
Skin and bone, a sacred rite beneath the moon's red gaze, dispersed from the ancient wood through the twisted thorny maze

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