Wolves In The Throne Room - The Old Ones Are with Us lyrics

Winter is dying The sun is returning The ice is receding Rivers are flowing The ground will be fertile The seeds they awake The ploughs will be charmed The spirits rejoicing The fires are burning The offerings are given The children are singing The old ones are with us We are becoming The drow command the fires to burn And the wine to flow Wraiths watch in envy Grapes and a chalice of gold Reign under the stars Laughter and song in the night Bring tears to their eyes And my soul thaws In the decadence of night The dead world stirs Here In the halls of Anwyn. The food of the dead lie untouched Four headed dragon Slit eyed Crouched Birthed Ennobling flame The blood flows