Moss of Moonlight - Ēole lyrics

Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail/a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you For we are all Pagan, children of cinder/eaters of seed, walkers of wheels Now stir earth with eve-light, rebirth spun by song Step soft into the cave, with the gifts we once gave For we are all Pagan, reavers of winter/reapers of rite, sowers of spring Hear us! Hear us! Hear us! Hear us! Hretha! Blood burns like balefire, a torch tapped from palms For a year spring lived in our veins, till end meets beginning again Moonfed this moss, sky-torched our trail/a soothspell of caves, at season's end we seek you For we are all Pagan, children of cinder/eaters of seed, walkers of wheels Hretha! Hands hilled with the bones of her last meal/mouth open for the first Squeeze palm-weeping upon her tongue/grant goddess the grave-gift Her teeth ruddy/her teeth ruddy/her teeth ruddy with our red Elkling calf with green eyes, she holds its sapling stare She nurses it on snow-nectar, our palm-blood from her breast Bone to bloom, fast to feast/bone to bloom, fast to feast Séo eftborenu gydenu ástýraþ of hire hrúse-hreðer Læfað wæccendeu héo æt hire fót-galdor þa treowu scíedeaþ hire snáw-scinn þa bán-mónþas beoð fullpungenan Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ/swá swá se tagl-etere forgnægeþ Eorðmægen, swá swá þæt holmmægen hwileð Tó foldan tumbað, þæm tó wolcne astigeþ In spring, she seeks pastures for her elkling Fiddlehead and field for fodder/berries, bones and birch bark Rén-snaca, hire blód yðgaþ... At summer's end, foothills and forests/the elkling feasts upon mist Autumn comes/two months of blood in a smoky hall A meat-gorge before the end/elk-bones at her feet þa se Geóla/þa se forst/þa þá giclas/ And hire slæpig andwlita biþ freórig eolhblóde Wé híe bringaþ tó þæm cofan