Thinking Plague - Moonsongs (excerpt) lyrics

Wooded hill In the hoary mantle of moonlight By the cloud rack tattered A summit bared to wind and storm Dolmen looms Over granite platform where soon In anger and in glory The ancient one Will dance once more Silence falls Sailing orb approaches The vertex Fear and hope are melded As on the stone A red light grows Human tears Poured from vessels oaken Ignite the stone Wolves and jackals dancing And in their midst the mother smiles I am a stag of seven tines She is a flood across a plain I am a wind on a bottomless lake She is a tear shed by the sun I am a hawk above a cliff She is a thorn beneath a nail I am a wonder among the flowers She is a wizard I am a spear that roars for blood She is a salmon in a pool I am a lure from paradise She is a hill where poets walk I am boar, ruthless and red She is a breaker threatening doom I am a tide that drags to d**h She is an infant I am the womb of every holt She is the blaze on every hill I am the queen of every hive She is a shield for every head I am the birth of every song She is a nightmare in your sleep I am the tomb of every hope In high places They do not know me They k** and rape my children Preach falsehoods Which they say god gave them Though you build Edifice and pavement and furnaces Belching gouts of poison And though you keep the land at bay I am here After all these centuries And very soon You will know again The darkness of My timeless womb