Old Season The Heathens' Dance
Winter has dawned
And the sun has breathed its last
In the bitter moonlight winds I can hear
The crestfallen cry of angels
As the heathens dance in circles
'Round a blaze impaling the sky
The lamb has been slaughtered
The wine has been cloven
Exult... This unhallowed hour
Like an eye in the sky
This now perpetual moon leers above us
Vigilant as a sentinel masqueraded
Awaiting to summon the ancient world
As the heathens dance in circles
'Round a blaze impaling the sky
The lamb has been slaughtered
The wine has been cloven
Exult... This unhallowed hour
The stench of archaic creation
Cascades these wilted lands
The rebirth of a forgotten season
Once buried deep in time
RISE... up from beyond the realm
Cleanse these lands and all who dwell
Renew the yearning in our souls
Rid us of fallacy
The fallacy
Bestow unto me immortality
Winter has dawned, and the sun hath breathed its last
In the fire light sky we feel the desperate cry of
angels
Now the heathens dance in circles, 'round a blaze
reigning the sky
The blood of the lamb on the altar, exult... this
unhallowed dawn
The stench of archaic creation
Cascades these wilted lands
The rebirth of a forgotten season
Nevermore buried in time
