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Wildfires
02:43
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Deep in the Night of the Soul
Burns the wildfires of the one who was.
As the torch falls in the springs of Man,
May he forever drink of the poison.
I speak with his voice,
O how He beckons.
The fires within
Devour my heart.
(Deep) in the Night of the Soul
Carves a path through the flesh and bone.
As the torch falls in the springs of Man,
May he forever drink of the poison.
I gaze through his eyes,
O how He lingers.
The broken pieces
Drifting downwards.
A hand from beyond,
Opens the door.
The fires within
Devour my heart.
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My 19th Sun
04:29
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A once tall looming tower
Toppled across my path
The ruins now lie behind me
As the clouds roll fading past
A glaring moon rose sharply
To speak a last curse from the skies
The hounds bay my approach
As the veil fell from my eyes
Longest is the shadow
Cast by the brightest light
Darkest is the hour
In the moments before dawn
Highest grow the flowers
Sown by the light of the moon
(From) the blackest starry corner
Shines the face of the Sun
By the burning rays of daylight
I swear a becoming oath
Borne between the crosses
Riding a pale white horse
I stood upon a strange land
Where the day plays tricks at night
A beacon from the zenith
As my heart absorbed the light
Longest is the shadow
Cast by the brightest light
Darkest is the hour
In the moments before dawn
Highest grow the flowers
Sown by the light of the moon
(From) the blackest starry corner
Shines the face of the Sun
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Waxing Moon
06:07
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Rise in the midst of madness
Clashing light into the darkness
Drawn down to churn the tides
Perplex and ignite the skies
Shine down with scorn on my path
Reflect the Light that lies out of grasp
Provoke the child inside
To evoke the wilder side
Eclipse and renew the night
Show your face to second sight
This year of tribulation
Will beckon the approaching Sun
Oppose the one that is the other
I am son to the cruelest mother
A vision of a burning flame
As I stare you stare back again
One of three is she whom we are under
A mystery of lunacy asunder
Prey upon my prayers to impart
Piercing arrows sent to rend my heart
Fixed eyes upon the blackness
To obscure my sight of the joyless
Light the torches to reveal the way
Right this endless night of death & decay
Betray the One left to reign in the brightness
Grant us see with the eyes of the sightless
In chains your blood flows as wine
To return us to the crackling divine
Guide the way towards the one source
Placing fate in the hands of the reigning force
Illuminate the shadows of the mind
As I wait in a non-existent time
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Our Time
06:20
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Stalking the ghost of these old memories
In unknown places I've been before
Walking through familiar halls such as these
With unknown faces I've seen before
Twisting upward through the years
The clock strike sings a tolling song
Turning downward in reflecting gaze
The shadows trail and dance along
Yesteryear is still quite clear
Though our time will stop as we see what came before
The future is bright but it's not quite right
Though our time will pass and we'll know what lies beyond
As the sound of church bells ring
The hour for the gallows to swing,
History repeats on an endless plane,
and the will doesn't mean a thing
Yesteryear is still quite clear
Though our time will stop as we see what came before
The future is bright but it's not quite right
Though our time will pass and we'll know what lies beyond
Lifting fog rise from my path
And its mysteries remain untold.
Clutching fear grasp beneath the shade
For the center cannot hold
Yesteryear is still quite clear
Though our time will stop as we see what came before
The future is bright but it's not quite right
Though our time will pass and we'll know what lies beyond
Yesteryear is still quite clear
Though our time goes on as we pull ourselves away
The future is bright but it's not quite right
Though our time repeats as we go on our own way
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For we have the eyes to see
And we have the ears to hear
When the mouth of the ages speaks the words
I cast out all fear
Where the sands of time fall slow,
The thin white hand must reap and sow
Hear the song of the trumpets blow
As we step through where we all must go
In the comforts of the Night
We await the break of dawn
In a flash of unseen blinding light
We can see forever on
For we know the words to speak
And the motions we have learned
When the grain through the glass completes the course
The pyres start to burn
Where the sands of time fall slow,
The thin white hand must reap and sow.
Hear the song of the trumpets blow
As we step through where we all must go
Turn back to the valley and know.
We descend down to the banks below
Where the boatman waives his fee,
And we set sail on the final sea
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Tithe Vancouver, British Columbia
Reawakening in 2020 after over a decade, TITHE conjures a raw and haunting dark folk, exploring the hidden, inmost essence. Extracting inspiration from World Serpent's glory days and the lush largesse of 2000s neofolk luminaries, Tithe has traversed the Abyss to transmute the bloody ashes of the past into a fresh vision of Spiritual gold. ... more
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